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The Bees Album


Sunshine Hit Me (2003)
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Use me like a punch bag
I'm too much for a cage of monkeys
Here they come from the hole
In the back of my head
Very carefully I stand
And I'll say I'll call again
Use me like a punch bag
I'm too much for a cage of monkeys
Here they come from the hole
In the back of my head
Very carefully I stand
And I'll say I'll call again
Use me like a punch bag
Use me like a punch bag
Use me like a punch bag
Use me like a punch bag

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Built my walls long and low
Knuckles crack and lillies grow
Have a baby hold her up
Let her know
Leave the airport to the airplanes
Leave the taxi to the runways
Silvers high up on the landing
Tastes like early morning

May you never lose your temper
Heavy father heavy sun
May you never lose your temper
Heavy father heavy sun
May you never lose your temper
Heavy father heavy sun
May you never lose your temper
Heavy father heavy sun

Angryman

That's the hurt that's in your head
That's the man that you just met
May not be a brighter day
But there'll be one on the way
That's the hurt that's in your head
That's the man that you just met
May not be a brighter day
But there'll be one on the way
Angryman Angryman Angryman Angryman
An angryman needs attention
Contact and direction

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Ask the riverman where the river flows
Ask the postman who he knows
There's the memory of mistrust
Pushing at the glass makes it stop
Laid down dry head to head
This is it what we want sold out
The figures that are left are lonely
You've won but don't get no trophy
If you've got none to give
Then I won't take a thing
(No, don't take nothing)
Who will defend your bed tonight?

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Stumberling
Searching out to make work
Slouched behavior and hammer blows
The counterman don't pay
So send in the pounds
I O A
Ba na na na Electricity
You got many friends from all the colors round
go choose the calmer brown
before you burn your eye brows down
You witheld your number and name
Punched friday out of your windows pane
It went shady just like a land lady
when it rains

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Su

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Ela e minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela e o meu amour
E eu sou o amour todinho dela Huh!
The silver moon is out of sight
And the golden sun has come
A beautiful new day is born
Scented with joy
cuz I fell asleep and awoke thinkin of her
Pois ela e minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela e o meu amour
E eu sou o amour todinho dela
The rose bush has blossomed out
And I've seen that she's my rose
For her I'd place my heart before
Reasons I tell
everybody in the world that I love her
Pois ela e minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela e o meu amour
E eu sou o amour todinho dela
A Minha Menina

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What's this game that your playing
When you stand out of reach
Do your sums before you run
The brightest stones make the brightest beach
This town's got nothing for me
Cheap shots and bad jewelery
Just want to be where everyone's free
Lemonade on the sidewalk
Gives us time to talk
In a great big place
Season to season with the moon and it's reason
This town's got nothing for me
Cheap shots and bad jewelery
Just want to be where everyone's free

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Sweet like a champion
You're little you're spinning around
Modern and lovely
Go beyond go quick
Hanging hanging moving over
Over to write
Late day shadow
Six silver stars
Drifting from the pier
The double force of fear and unseen
Storm warnings coming our way
Sweet like a champion
Hidden back playing your part
Takes so many ages to get to these stages
Together care deeply and rule yourself in
Ten thousand strong

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Why is it so
Just looking at it from the window
Only the young ones know
So why'd you make us sing this song Jo
When will it go
There's something lying in the snow
Hiding out below
Getting away from the show

. . .

Zia

[No lyrics]

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I wanna hold you like the sky holds the sun
I wanna hold you like your hand holds my thumb

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Who'd have thought who'd have thought
You'd get the devil down go his knee
Holy smoke holy smoke
Only if you now believe
Hot times down to the ground
You're causing a crowd
The trouble is pride
And you are pointing it wide
When it's dark it's dark
And you will lose your heart
Pick it up it up
And go back to the start
It won't be fair
It just won't cause there's care
It's not what you did
Just the things you hid from
You launched an attack with my hand on your back
There's sweat on your chest she said, You're too abstract
I couldn't tell if it was subtract or plus for us
What is the fuss now i'm gonna get off the bus
You gotta leave me, you gotta leave
When it's tough it's tough
But who is strong enough
Don't rush your sons
Go go go get your guns
Just hold on back
And give this thing some slack
Like I said, I'm gonna get off the bus

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