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Rumble Rumble
02:16
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Rumble Rumble, things start to crumble,
Slip between your gloves.
Wonder wonder, spell that I'm under,
Could this might be love?
Tender tender, try not to send her
Things you're thinking of.
Holding on too tight
In love,
Could only muck things up.
You know that you tried
Enough,
To show her what you want.
It's hard to say goodbye,
Full stop.
You're not the only one,
You didn't ever wanna write this song.
Mister mister, get with the picture,
Straighten up your act.
Listen listen, quit reminiscing,
Living in the past.
Rumble rumble, things start to crumble,
And they can't go
Back to how they were, but in the meantime you can try to understand
That holding on too tight
In love,
Could only muck things up.
You know that you tried
Enough,
To show her what you want.
It's hard to say goodbye,
Full stop,
You're not the only one.
You didn't ever wanna write this song.
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2. |
Harder to Say Goodbye
02:52
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Every day it gets harder to say goodbye
(bye, bye bye, bye)
Turn away and the tears start to fill my eyes...
I don't wanna be sad,
I can't hold back the feelings that enter my head
When I'm watching you walk towards the door
With a bag in your hand
And you're blowin a kiss back to me
I don't you to leave
Every day I get closer to speaking my mind
(My, my, my mind)
More to say but the words are too hard to find
I don't wanna be cold,
But there're so many things I need you to know
I'm watching you look in my eyes
With that look in your eyes
And I'm reaching a hand out to you
I don't wanna be blue
Years from now I'll have learned somehow to spend time
On my own
But tonight I'd prefer you stay home
Every day it gets harder to say goodbye
(Bye, bye bye, bye)
Turn away and the tears start to fill my eyes
(Bye, bye bye, bye)
Get my way and I never would leave your side
(Bye, bye bye, bye)
Every day it gets harder to say goodbye
(Bye, bye bye, bye)
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I Don't Have the Words
03:12
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Wish I could crawl up inside your head sometimes
You wouldn't even know I was there
And I could say all the things you wanna hear
Instead of leaning on tired phrases
I'll meet you at the finish line
I don't know where to begin
Though I'd rather not see you walk away
I don't have the words
To make-a you stay
Wish I could take a step out of time sometimes
You wouldn't even know I was gone
And I think of the things you wanna hear
Instead of comin' up short
I'll meet you at the finish line
I don't know where to begin
Though I'd rather not see you walk away
I don't have the words
To make-a you stay
I don't have the words...
To make-a you stay...
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4. |
Distraction
02:55
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Ever in need of a distraction
Something that could busy my mind
Temporarily
I know it's just a matter of time
But what can I do
I'm focused on you
No matter how hard I try
Oh, when I'm sitting at home
I don't feel I have a hold on the reins
Oh, I just wait by the phone
If ever it should ring
And it's you
Ever in need of a distraction
Just from one particular thing
Metaphorically
Well, something like a pebble in your shoe
But what can I do
The pebble is you
I think of you all the time
Oh, when I hear myself talk
I can't stop from bringing you up
Maybe it's the same for you
But no it's not exactly the same
Maybe there's a part of me
Holding up the start of concentration on other things
Could be that the heart of the problem
Is a latent expectation that things will change
When everything stays the same
There's nowhere to lay the blame
Ever in need of a distraction, oh!
Ever in need of a distraction, oh!
(For just a minute of your time,
Could you be busying your mind?)
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Getting There
01:36
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I'm getting there, alright
I'll arrive in my own time
I'm sweating all down my spine,
Pedaling hard on my bike
I'd like to go dancing,
Maybe with you
I'll be late to the party,
But I am en route
Oh, so much that we'll never do
Just a little bit longer,
I'm getting there too
I'd like to get up,
I'd like to move
Some things to consider,
Some things to improve
I'm pedaling hard on my way back to you
For a while I was lost, didn't know what to do
But I pedaled through
I'm getting there soon
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I know I stand in line until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you"
I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lies you heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
And never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you
The time is right, your perfume fills my head,
The stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you"
The time is right, your perfume fills my head,
The stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by sayin' something stupid like "I love you"
I love you
I love you
I love you
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Vinnie Neuberg Brooklyn, New York
I am an illustrator.
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