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Used To Be King
04:16
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I used to be king
I used to be tops
I used to run things
I couldn't be stopped
I used to have friends
I used to have fame
But times are different
And nothing's the same
I used to crash parties
I used to crash cars
I used to break banks
I used to break hearts
I used to have love
I had the one
I had it all
But now, that's all gone.
And in one corner of the Earth
Can I re-establish my worth
And it's the same old story
I'm trapped here in Purgatory
In between the hells and skies
And although I lost it all
The best part of taking a fall
Is now I have a chance to rise
And I will rise again
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Bella
03:50
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Bella had me before she hit the stage, three, mid-day
A steady bassline shook my bones
Most of the time I strayed away from their eyes
It's between their thighs where I look
But not this time, I felt so bold
She took the stage, walked my way
Singles seemed to add up by the hour
I seemed to exchange my pain by paying for my shame
At the time, I didn't mind. She played her role.
Oh, beautiful, but trouble - she's a temporary fix for lonely souls
Usually I don't need this
But my heart just craves bliss
But this attention is getting expensive, all this attention is getting expensive
Bella, I can't stay long - a few more bills, one more song
Then I'll go drive back home alone
Beautiful, but trouble - she's a temporary fix for lonely souls
Tuesday afternoon - a passion put to strangers
A graceful dance through danger
Making just ends meet sometimes means tragedy for pretty girls like Bella
Baby you're my Cinderella lady on a pole
Usually I don't need this
But my heart just craves bliss
But this attention is getting expensive, all this attention is getting expensive
Bella, I can't stay long - a few more bills, one more song
Then I'll go drive back home alone
Bella, I think I love you - my Cinderella lady on the pole
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Hey, baby it seems lately you're in a different state of mind
Maybe you've thought that maybe I've got one more chance this time?
But I've changed and I've felt so strange that I won't put blame on my head this time around.
And now it seems clear that you've stashed your fear, but underneath I feel alive, too.
Step out to the light - I don't want you back for just one night
So baby, are you coming home with me tonight?
I don't need you like I used to but I still want you anyway.
Step out to the light - I don't want you back for just one night
So baby, are you coming home?
I said baby, please pick up that phone.
Baby, are you coming home tonight?
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Everyone has their secrets
Come let me tell you mine....
I am so blind
Must be out of my mind
Clouds are surrounding you.
And the things you can't touch
That you need so much
Are all coming into view
And O Sweet Clarity Sue
Why can't I have you
All I see is the truth.
But I want Clarity
O Sweet Clarity Sue
I want you there for me; it's true
Must be something easier.
We are both wrong
I've known it all along
And if there's blame, I'll have half
What if just for tonight
Two wrongs could make a right
Then I'm tellin you, you would see that
Is that the best you can do
Oh my Clarity Sue
Should I tell you the truth
Or something easier
Is that the best you can do
Oh my Clarity Sue
Should I tell you the truth
Or something easier
I'm tryin to bring it down
Stuck up on higher ground
Don't try and stop me now
'Cause I can't find something easier
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Brother of Mercy, keep your hands to yourself
The snow compresses and the wind swirls 'round
My light will beckon but will not ignite the needy lamps of my neighbor
Cul-De-Sac
Pulling me right, turning me round
Chances seem to surround me
I know that there's truth to be found
Move of the shell - chances abound
Buffeted they are. Tossed and thrown - lost to some.
I am assured I've found my rock
The wind and sea reign o'er me.
I see confusion, collusion, disharmony, regret, calamity, impiety, democracy and yet I keep on driving up to the east until there ain't no road no more.
Still dark - streetlamps burn - so hot and fierce I can't see the moon
People will see that it's all inside
The world awakes in the light of a new dawn.
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Well I'm bored, I'm floored, I'm shakin' in my drawers and I'm feeling like a little kid
When your highs, your lows - the powder on your nose looks worse than it ever did.
Sit back, relax - put some creases in your slacks.
Get off of the defensive 'cause I'm not on the attack
And let me entertain you if I can.
I pulled my pistols out at noon, stumbled into the saloon
Saying "What's the strongest thing that you got?"
Can't you see I'm far from fine?
I don't need no beer or wine.
I just took a bullet now I'm gonna take a shot
Of whiskey.
Gimme something for this heartache.
Leave that bottle to wash it down.
I'm two sips right from the sidewalk
But I won't easily go down.
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Moon’s set, sunrise
The snow takes on a blueish glow
All around is quiet, ‘cept the wind whippin the window
Keep tight, sit out
Watch the world open up
The dark reign ends, to you the cold light beckons.
This is how it once was, down at Ed Brady’s
Singin ‘bout love and drinks and again
And when the dawn comes, grab your old lady
Tomorrow we’ll do it again.
Drive down Main Street
The plows come, turn out so slow
Head east, back to the homestead
Turn back, park straight
Next to the old river talking
Moon on the left, fire on right
Oh, it's calling you home
When was it like this?
Time passes so fast,
Seems like soon I will know
What it feels like to see the gang
Back in old Buffalo
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You say it's a blessing, but you lie right to my face
Don't be sure that it's not mercy - mercy? Leave it at my door.
You said that, I did this - let's just call this what it is
Sometimes sorry's not the hardest part
Quit crying on my shoulder
Too bad it's almost...
Overzealous, smells of lavender and pride
But I don't mind, it's about that time that we make our way up in the night
Lay me back and it's the sound - backseat romance, you go down
Searching, waiting playing run around
Quit crying on my shoulder
Too bad it's almost over
I lead myself into temptation once again
I may be sick but I'm alive
I lead myself into temptation once again
I may be sick but I'm alive and it feels so right
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We're gonna be big stars, you and me
We'll shine brighter than Hepburn and James Dean
So let's go to California and move this dream along
Go on ahead without me, I swear I won't be long, at all
But oh, my friend, the news ain't good
I think I missed my plane to Hollywood
I'd drive out to you if I could but I ain't got the engine in this hood
It ain't the way we hoped it'd be, but life just grabbed ahold of me
There's still hope for you and me - hold on? Hold on..
A tiny east coast suburb with a pretty little lake...who'd have thought it would be so hard to escape?
But these dreams are growing dimmer 'cause these days I hardly sleep
Ain't it funny how much money wound up mattering to me?
Watching our homemade movies, shot through a blurry lens
Now that the film is in focus, I just want to talk to my friend
But oh, my friend, the news ain't good
I think I missed my plane to Hollywood
I'd drive out to you if I could but I ain't got the engine in this hood
It ain't the way we hoped it'd be, but life just grabbed ahold of me
There's still hope for you and me - hold on?
I'm sorry that you couldn't hold on
And I wasn't there to help you hold on.
Hold on..
I can't find the words to say that I am sorry everyday.
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Wrapped up another day
And now the night's unfolding
As we make our way past people and scaffolding
Don't need to save my life
But it would be nice
To have a hand for holding
And if you believe
You've got a hand for me
I could use the company
These games have gone on long enough
I have played you well
But you have played me tough
I've got nowhere to be
You've got no alibi
I
Don't want to sound trite, but
If
The twilight strikes you right
I
Was hoping that we might...
Prolong the night?
I've become aware
That the smell of anticipation
Has overwhelmed the air
In front of Park Street Station
So stand down
Eyes up
We've talked enough
If you're content
With my intent
We can abandon this pretense
Stand down...
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Well I face slander in the morning and libel at night
Baby, you're the only one to treat me right
And I think (and you can quote me on this) we've got a good thing goin
Like an Argonaut I would search for your fleece
It's a long day's journey from France all the way to Greece
Land, ho, baby! We've got a good thing goin
Well, I'm a green chile and you're a red tomato
Put us together, sell us to some tourists in Laredo
Yee-haw, baby! We've got a good thing goin
Life makes everything ugly but it's hard to stay afraid
I've got you and you've got me - it's true. We've got it made.
I catch your eye, I catch your look - those cutie pie glances coming up over that book.
Well, cover me, baby - we've got a good thing goin
Well some like the bark and others like the tree
I see that dogging in the car, he's woofing back at me
Bow-wow, baby - we've got a good thing goin
Life makes everything ugly but it's hard to stay afraid
I've got you and you've got me - it's true. We've got it made.
Piece of cake and slice of baby
Girl, you're the rhubarb of my eye
Mmm, sweetie-pie. We've got a good thing goin.
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The Self-Proclaimed Rockstars Boston, Massachusetts
The Self-Proclaimed Rockstars were a radio-friendly rock trio that sang about "love and drinks" and had more fun than anyone
else in any given room on any given night.
Johnny, Jarret and Mick released their first record June 21, 2008.
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