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Back To Me (2005)
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I can spot your kind a million miles away
Buckle down boots and a bloodshot gaze
You talk so sweet until the going gets tough
The last job you pulled was never big enough

Don't say you'll change after the next time
You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie

Cuz I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know when you're going down

You only call me honey when we're alone
Hiding at your place up on slack road
You've got an answer for every little thing
You can't even tell me where you've been

My face couldn't make you leave it behind
Maybe 20 years in state will change your mind

Cuz I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know when you're going down

Don't say you'll change after the next time
You wouldn't even be yourself if you weren't telling a lie
Maybe 20 years in state will change your mind

Cuz I know where the cops hang out
I know where you'll be found
I know what you're all about
I know you'll never change now

I know my love was good enough
I know you would have shed my blood
I know you can't shut me up

. . .



I've got ways to make you sorry
start my life with someone else
I've got ways to make you fall
I'll tell you all the things that I lied about
I've got ways to make you mad
Laughing at the girl sitting on your lap
I've got ways to make you sing my songs
Ones I ain't written yet

I've got lights you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
back to me

I've got ways to make you strange
Drug you up and drag you home
I've got ways to track you down
In all of the places you like to go
I've got ways to make you crazy
wear all the things you always wanted me to
I've got ways to make you run
My daddy is coming for you

I've got lights you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come
back to me

I've got ways to make you hear me
just by whispering your name
I've got ways to make you think
you'll never be happy again
I've got ways to make you see
I'm so much better than before
I've got ways to make you swear
you won't want your old life anymore

I've got lights you've never seen
I've got moves I've never used
I've got ways to make you come

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Painted over the walls
the saddest colour of blue
posters covered in glass
favorite curbside grab
red Valentine's card
stuck on the mirror to keep
record player made of tubes
spinning Tommy by The Who

There's no time to waste
There's no time to wait

Keys on the hook by the door
for the truck sold years ago
standing guitars in the case
filling up closet space
vintage 40's wardrobe
pink Emerson radio
old lace dress I bought in the store
motorcycle boots on the floor

There's no time to waste
There's no time to wait

Sirens up on the street
smoke is burning my eyes
and the neighbours are screaming at me
I can only carry one thing
I can only carry one thing

There's no time to waste

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Gimme a bet and I'll take it
I've got twenty bucks that says I'm gonna make it
I've got twenty two fifty in the bank
and I'd bet it all away given the chance

I'm the independent thief
no one's got a number on me
everybody's talking while you save this crowd
they water down the drinks and the band plays too loud

I don't want nothing from you
all I need is just some company

You're always standing there holding out for more
when I'm the reason you're always shown the door
I'm this city's sweet holy thunder
I'm the gold of the drug you've been under

I'm the good teacher that got away
button-down sweaters and black-rimmed frames
I'm your get-out-of -jail-free for a year
I'm the warden of your heart but I don't keep you near

I don't want nothing from you

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Of all the things that you could choose to say
“Baby come home with me for old time sake”
“Stand by my side and flash me that smile”
“Everybody is out tonight”

So I called you up from god knows where
Would you lie in bed if I were there
Speak soft, just talk I will listen
Don't you dare leave till the morning
Like you always do

Follow me down through the streets of the states
Make up a reason not to come for old time sake
Nothing in this town could ever change
Except maybe new lines on your face

So I called you up from god knows where
Would you lie in bed if I were there
Speak soft, just talk I will listen
Don't you dare leave till the morning

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I know how to play this game
one, two, three and I'm safe
count real slow to five
you couldn't keep me around if you tried

I know how to beat the rage
of my tender age
touch me once in the hall
but don't look back and don't call

There are some things I can hardly say
You've got me feeling a brand new way
Please don't let this be summerlong

I used to play this game
in the middle lane
pass them all on the inside
and don't get caught in a lie

There are some things I can hardly say
You've got me feeling a brand new way
Please don't let this be summerlong
Cuz I want to stay

All the nights and wasted time
trying to get my head to change its mind
all the talk of what it could be
when it never was

There are some things I can hardly say
You've got me feeling a brand new way
Please don't let this be summerlong
Please don't let this be summerlong

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All the things I tried
Mistakes made in my old life
I picked you up that night
All my wrongs don't make you right
Silence reminds me
I'm a secret too dirty to keep
And we're such a familiar sight
I gave you my word and it cost your life

What are you still hiding? Are you even trying?
Why have you come, what are you waiting for?

All the words you had
Planted seeds inside your head
Just waiting on a rainy day
Well I'm standing soaking and you still can't say
All the dreams you had
It's been years and you're still mad
You say you like me in your memory
You've got to be fucking kidding me

What are you still hiding? Are you even trying?
Why have you come? What are you waiting for?

And we drive through the old neighbourhood
All the corners where we stood
An hour passes you don't even blink
I'm writing you off and you still can't speak


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I remember the way
Driving home late
Speeding all the way
Alone in the rain
I was rehearsing a part
From down at the bar
My mouth smelled like a drink
We were laughing, I think
I've been away

Do you pick up your phone
Do you check your mail
Do you answer your door even if it's late?
I don't know who to call
I don't know who to write
And I think I forgot
What your face looks like
I've been away

Do you think that I've changed
I swear I never tried
Memory is a terrible thing
When you use it right
I was rehearsing a part
From down at the bar
My mouth smelled like a drink
We were laughing, I think

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I used to look for you out in the daylight
I took highways and sidestreets and back lanes
Slept under open skies
Life can be cruel
Life can be sweet if I want it to be

This town that I once called home
I just can't hold on to
It's got bus stops and strip malls and people
I would never even talk to
She said life can be cruel
But life is so sweet cuz I let it be

Everybody out here
They wanna live somewhere else
I wish I could find a place
and stay there by myself
Bit by bit I swear I think I'm losing

. . .



This is not my town and it will never be
This is our apartment filled with your things
This is your life, I get copied keys
Try and force a little smile hold it a little while for you

These are your old streets and you know them well
One way shortcuts all the way downtown
But your favorite find is just my secondhand secret
Try and hide a little pain for the things
I can't explain to you

These are your good friends and I like them fine
Cuz they are your past and your present time
But would you even be the same if you left them behind
All the things I used to be
All the things I miss of me for you

These are your good friends and I like them fine
These are your old streets and you know them well
This is not my town and it will never be

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I've got a long, long list of things
That no one needs to see
Desk drawers filled with picture frames
Postcards tucked in underneath
We were only young when we moved away
It went on and on for years
You fell in love and now you live in the city
I'm my own company out here

Don't get down
Good things come when you stop waiting around
Good things come when you stop looking
Don't get down
You've just got to stop looking

There are some things that I believe
Like if you've got nothing you've still got your family
And when you are no one you're still the king
And there's not a dollar enough in the world to
make you sing

So don't get down
Good things come when you stop waiting around
Good things come when you stop looking
Don't get down
You've just got to stop looking

There are some things I used to be
Won't you find the will just to remind me
Because you are so safe inside my memory

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