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Alright With You
03:22
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Another restless night again
Why the fuck's the day so red?
And all my batteries are dying on me
You gotta change your ways, she said
Or else you'll die alone in bed
And nobody wants to feel that disposable
Waiting for the day when all my insides turn to stone
Running down this train's the hardest thing to do
I'd rather be alright with you
Another brainless, endless row
I know I should be home by now
But I just can't find the words to say, just what I need to say
Cause dreamers need to have their dreams
And now I know what failure means
When a hangover's the only way I can tell if I'm alive
So I throw another towel into the corner of my mind
If you see my ambition, tell him that we're through
I'd rather be alright with you
I'd rather be alright with you
Yeah I'll sink into obscurity
And we'll leave those words behind
I hope this misery is big enough for two
I'd rather be alright with you
I'd rather be alright with you
I'd rather be alright with you
I'd rather be alright with you
Yeah you know I'm gonna be alright with you baby
When I'm low, on my own
Come and pick me up and then take me home
Oh I'm coming now baby
I'd rather be alright with you
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2. |
Keep On Truckin'
04:24
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You wish that we could be together
But we won't
You wish that we could live forever
But we won't
Cause I can't be your man
I won't be your man
I can't be the one you need
Cause I don't think I can
You wish that we could dance on top of the world
But we won't
You wish that you could be my girl
But you won't
Cause I can't be your man
I won't be your man
I can't be the one you love
Cause I don't think I can
I wish that you would hold my hand
My life, well it could be so grand
And I'd hoped that you would under-fucking-stand
But you won't
No you won't
Cause I can't be your man
I won't be your man
I can't be the one you need
Cause I don't think I can
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I got a girl who can turn into liquid
And I met her at the end of the world
I got a head full of empty feelings
And a handful of emotional words
So I'm not sure what I'm really doing
On her pillow at the end of the night
The only thing that is keeping me sober
Is this feeling that I'm doing it right
Yeah
Turn me on
Knock me out
You got a dirty mouth
Yeah
Get me up
Get me off
And say you'll never stop
I got a book that can show me the future
And it tells me how my morning will end
I'll drop her off at eleven o clock
And then she'll tell me that we'll both still be friends
So I'll make sure that I stay in the moment
When I'm playing round inside of her bed
Her melting lips sending me into orbit
And her devil eyes exploding my head
Yeah
Turn me on
Knock me out
You got a dirty mouth
Yeah
Get me up
Get me off
And say you'll never stop
Yeah
Turn me on
Knock me out
You got a dirty mouth
Yeah
Get me up
Get me off
And say you'll never stop
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Wichita Doldrums
02:41
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Bad news today and it's making me ill
T.V telling me that aliens are real
Bad news today and it's making me sick
I got my girly stolen by a guy with no dick
Got nobody to love
What a lonely day to be you
Cause the chips are down and now your bitch has left town
Got the Kansas preacher's son blues
I got down today, then I started to think
But a talking dog made me spill my drink
I got high today, then I got to admit
That talking dog made me lose my shit
Got nobody to love
What a lonely day to be you
Cause the chips are down and now your bitch has left town
Got the Kansas preacher's son blues
Gonna drive today, cause I miss you inside
Take tequila, Faux and JIM along for the ride
I really miss your face, so I'm taking a spin
Just me and Faux and JIM, three sheets to the wind
I said me and Faux and JIM, three sheets to the wind
Got nobody to love
What a lonely day to be you
Cause the chips are down and now your bitch has left town
Got the Kansas preacher's son blues
(Fucker)
(Breaker, breaker, I got visual on a couple of the biggest assholes I've ever even seen)
(Get up motherfucker)
(Aww shit)
Got nobody to love
What a lonely day to be you
Cause the chips are down and now your bitch has left town
Got the Kansas preacher's son blues
(Boy)
(Woo, you should all come down here and...)
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Maux Faux Sydney, Australia
Maux Faux are an Alternative Rock band from Sydney Australia. Their music is loud, catchy and appropriately configured to maximise your aural pleasure. They have played at all of the coolest venues around, and probably a ton you've never even heard of.
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