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Two-Timing Tom Jones
03:36
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TWO-TIMING TOM JONES
It's not usual to be loved this way
It's not usual at this time of day no no
It's not usual (for you to cry) to be loved this way
It's not usual
She's got Tom Jones in her head singing over and over
She says Tom is in her head getting louder and louder
And he's never going to stop with me lying beside her
So it's time to go why why why did my die last night
She kissed ezcema through the vaseline
She breathed ventolin through white lightning teeth
It's not usual to be loved this way
It's not usual (for you to cry) at this time of day no no
She's got Tom Jones in her head singing over and over
She says Tom is in her head getting louder and louder
And he's never going to stop with me lying beside her
So it's time to go why why why did my die last night
She held my hand unlike my Mother
I can follow her she won't let go
She's got Tom Jones in her head singing over and over
She's got Tom Jones in her head singing over and over
She's got Tom Jones in her head singing over and over
She's got Tom Jones in her head singing over and over
She says Tom is in her head getting louder and louder
And he's never going to stop with me lying beside her
So it's time to go why why why did my die last night
Ah ah ah ah
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Tongue-Tied & Twisted
04:02
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TONGUE-TIED & TWISTED
You know you shouldn't talk that way
I'm pacing like Pacino in my minds eye
But the verbal diarrhea's gone old and dry
The sun is coming up like clockwork orange
Filling the sky with the Tony Tiger smile
Tongue-Tied & Twisted
I'm frozen in the belly of Buddha's quilt
And pvc Maria plays God with Guilt
This sad and sour sandwich is filling me
There's so much emptiness in this greasy spoon grin
Tongue-tied & Twisted
mmm mmm mmm (you know you shouldn't talk that way)
No nirodha, no more dukkha, sayonara, sayonara
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Mojito
03:00
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MOJITO
I squeeze the lime dry
Like the fresh mint too much sugar
Run up the numbers, roubles and dollars
A satisfaction, a long dysfunction, to get the job done
I get the balance to get the right taste
Kiss open slightly, yeah I get so sick, my eyes are blood-shot
I miss the window, cubical message, never say never
Mojito, tastes just O, night Moscow
Run up the numbers, roubles and dollars
A satisfaction, a long dysfunction, to get the job done
A little moreish, kind a contagious,
Each time a new buzz, hide and seek ages, never say never
Mojito, tastes just O, night Moscow
I squeeze the lime dry
Like the fresh mint too much sugar
I squeeze the lime dry
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