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An Angel In The City
03:52
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Met you in a subway car
Don't ever tell me what you are
You're abnormal in a abnormal way
Got me frozen, I don't know what to say
Unbelievable, you're unreadable
Nothing could give you away
Bury my heart at your grave
It belongs to you
You bring out the worst in me
What's best to do?
An angel in the city ain't hard to miss
My next fix is for an angel's kiss
Saw you late one night
Everything's beautiful in the moonlight
I see you, but you can't see you
Let me make up what I wanna believe
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2. |
Set You Free
03:03
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You hold on
To love that's gone
Run a mile
To see him smile
But you don't know
He's door to door
Playin' you
For the fool
Let him go
Walk out your door
And come to me
I'm gonna set you free
Now you know
There you go
Back to him
He's gonna do you in
Tear you down
And run you 'round
Treat you wrong
And then you're gone
I'll set you free
I'll set you free
I'll set you free
I'll set you free
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Step
04:29
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Every time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl
Back back way back I used to front like Angkor Wat
Mechanicsburg, Anchorage and Dar es Salaam
While home in New York was champagne and disco
Tapes from L.A. slash San Francisco
But actually Oakland and not Alameda
Your girl was in Berkeley with her Communist reader
Mine was entombed within boombox and Walkman
I was a hoarder but girl that was back then
The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse,
I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone
Ancestors told me that their girl was better
She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather
I just ignored all the tales of a past life
Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife
And punks who would laugh when they saw us together
Well, they didn't know how to dress for the weather
I can still see them there huddled on Astor
Snow falling slow to the sound of the master
Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth
Age is an honor, it's still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her
The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her
We know the true death, the true way of all flesh
Everyone's dying, but girl you're not old yet
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Hard To Explain
03:51
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Was an honest man
Asked me for the phone
Tried to take control
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
Oh, we shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way
Raised in Carolina
"I'm not like that"
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
The joke is on you, this place is a zoo
"You're right it's true"
Says he can't decide
I shake my head to say
Everything's just great
Oh, I just can't remember
I just can't remember
Raised in Carolina, she says:
" I'm not like that"
Trying to remind her
When we go back
I say the right things but act the wrong way
I like it right here but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous, so please
Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean
I miss the last bus, we take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
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