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Beneath The Skin
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Wasted Rain
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Your Way, Mr. Leary
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1,000 Days
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Another Yesterday
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Night Unkind
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What's Left Is Said
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Worth Hating For
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Beyond The Pale
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On a Friday between the clubs in someone's stolen car, and on Saturday drinking in a segregated bar oh but who would ever think that you would try to look too far. Beyond the pale of ugliness and loud emptiness of too many years unfolds in selfish glory. I remember what it was you said before you closed the door how you never ever wanted to feel happy any more. Oh but how was I to know what that meant any time before. Beyond the pale of ugliness and loud emptiness of too many years unfolds with righteous fury. Could we lie isn't it so strange from now until they day we die we'll never see you change. And I suppose you're freezing cold tonight although it's ninety fahrenheit. In a better world we'd understand the way these things get out of hand. But who would ever blame you know they'll never understand. Beyond the pale of ugliness and loud emptiness of too many years unfolds with hopeless beauty.
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If you were the Eiffel Tower (la la la la-la la la) I would take the elevator kiss you twice and jump right over, jump right over. If you were a subway, baby (la la la la-la la la), I would take the final train kiss the rails and ride home under, ride home under. Kiss me goodbye, but it's not the end, this won't be the last time that I die for you. If you were the Eiffel Tower (la la la la-la la la) I would take the elevator kiss you twice and jump right over, jump right over. If you were a waterfall, baby (la la la la-la la la), I would take the long ride down kiss the rocks and slip right under, slip right under. Kiss me goodbye, but it's not the end, this won't be the last time that I die for you.
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Town I Won't Recall
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That's Her Life
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You should have told me that you cared, she said while the city lights fell 'round her. Only one dream to bed but she slept like no other. But that's ok, at any time and any way these are the days, the nights and not much inbetween. You only know a friend once friendship's gone, she seemed sad but sadness seems the face of loneliness. If there was one thing she could do to take the night from 'round her. On a better day the phone would ring, the kettle sings a different tune. But that's ok, at any time and any way these are the days, the nights and not much inbetween. You only know a friend once friendship's gone, she seemed sad but sadness seems the face of loneliness. Ahhh, the face of loneliness.
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The Rainyard Perth, Australia
Like four young Neros scampering about a crumbling Rome, The Rainyard raced out of 1980's Perth with a naiveté you could only cook up with a 3-string violin and a slab of Emu Bitter. Armed with a basket of pop gems penned by the young Mr Coffey they played as though someone else's life depended upon it and capturing those times on the format de la journée - the compact cassette. These are they. ... more
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