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Dear voluptas please corrupt us
My immoral immortal soul.
Yours sincerely and pitifully
Another man thats losing self control.
It makes, You wait
Never found a way around it
The last parade, I never found, never found away around it.
Its Sleeping in the fire light on the coldest night in the rain.
You'll never know about it.
Its creeping up the corridor, through the floorboards, through the windows.
You'll never know about it.
This affliction becomes addiction
Never never with a paradise syndrome.
Open windows, ones and zeros
Another Lover living in a pressure Dome.
It makes, you wait
Never found a way around it
The last parade, I never found, never found away around it.
Its Sleeping in the fire light on the coldest night in the rain
Its creeping up the corridor, through the floorboards, through the windows.
You'll never know about it.
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With the bodies of a thousand corpses
We march in single file
In the dead of night we 'll call out
But we won't follow
I'll sleep when I get hungry
I'll march when I get tired
I'll pray for no ones mercy the least my own
You'll tell no one that you came here
On your own tonight
We'll tell no one and this will spread like a fire
My territory is marked out with
The heel of a stiletto
I wash my face and brush my teeth with Amaretto
Some call me Casanova
Some call me prince of thieves
I wear my heart on my ex military sleeves
You'll tell no one that you came here
On your own tonight
You'll tell no one and this will spread like a fire
You'll tell no one that you came here
On your own tonight
You'll tell no one and this will spread like a fire
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Wake me up, lets go right now
One light off one light left on.
Stay this time, lay by my side
I just wanna make something beautiful tonight.
For tonight.
And here we are, I can see your face
One lie yeah one lie and You're gone.
So take the things you left behind
I just wanna break something beautiful tonight.
For tonight.
I just wanna make something beautiful tonight
I see it in your eyes and I'll try to make this right
Tell it to the father and the holy ghost tonight
I just wanna break something beautiful tonight
For tonight
Tell it to the father the holy ghost
I just wanna make something beautiful tonight
I see it in your eyes and I'll try to make this right
Tell it to the father and the holy ghost tonight
I just wanna break something beautiful tonight
For tonight.
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I only met you for one moment
And now I'm Chasing all over for you
I only left you for one moment
And now you're leaving with another man
I'm gonna get you, its gonna be alright
I'M seeing double, yeah I'm in trouble
Yeah I'm pacing and climbing the walls
I left my name and left my number
But I'm still waiting for someone to call
I'm gonna get you, its gonna be alright.
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Raining blows on a bloody nose
And we're miles from home
They're colour blind and the streets are lined like in the videos
Rosemary she writes poetry just to pass the time
She don't need no school degree she's doing fine.
We rally round the people we try to find a place to call our own
We painted out the street lights the windows of the places we once called home.
Is that what you are, is that what we are.
Summer breeze through the winter trees
yeah we're miles from home
But we know a place where the smiles on your face keeps you left alone
The libraries were the factories for girls likes you
Now the plans are cast and the plots are passed in the lovers lanes
We rally round the people we try to find a place to call our own
We painted out the street lights the windows of the places we once called home.
Is that what we are.
We don't need a place to call our own, just somewhere to lay our heads.
We don't need a friend to call on, just someone to count on
We don't need a place to call our own, just somewhere to lay our heads.
We don't need a friend to call on, just someone to count on
In the UK
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Ive been thinking about selling up, getting out and giving up.
Ive been thinking about laying down, six foot beneath the ground.
But i really hate to dig, and Ive done a lot of digging in my time.
Maybe I'll just dig my heels in instead.
Ive been thinking about these things of mine
Ive been thinking about digging in, starting with my heels and then.
Stepping out and stepping in, to the place where I begin.
But I'll have to ask my people, if its alright with yours.
Maybe I'll just get my wheels back on the road again.
Ive been thinking about these things of mine.
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This is where I begin, this is where i get off to begin.
I was a fool of a fool to begin, I pull it out but you stick it back in.
I have no babies I have no cares, I'm a master of musical chairs
I am paper I'm tired up with string, I'm bone, blood, ribbons and string.
I dream of sleeping under the stars, but I'm nothing like a cowboy at heart.
In another life with a different start, I'd get my sleeping under the stars.
I have no babies I have no cares, I'm a master of musical chairs
I am paper I'm tired up with string, I'm bone, blood, ribbons and string.
Red, crimson and gold
My lord is watching over me
This is where I begin, this is where I get off to begin.
This is crimson and gold, this is crimson and gold.
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I'll play the Jack of hearts and you can play the queen
Let's hope the joker keeps the king busy enough to leave
Seven years of bad luck when the mirror hit the ground
Let's hope it don't pay out when the king comes around
You try to leave and I'll try to understand
You try to leave and I'll try to understand
Black, I wore the only suit I own
Bruises. a badge of bravery you wore it with a
smile, they painted it one your face before they carried you away
Black, bruise smile.
You slide across the floor silently with grace
Elementary my friend the accused rests his case
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in midday sun
But you never waited till the night until you tried to run.
And you tried to leave, and I'll try to understand
You try to leave and I'll try to understand
Black, I wore the only suit I own
Bruises. a badge of bravery you wore it with a
smile, they painted it one your face before they carried you away
Black, bruise smile.
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Raining blows on a bloody nose
And we're miles from home
They're colour blind and the streets are lined like in the videos
Rosemary she writes poetry just to pass the time
She don't need no school degree she's doing fine.
We rally round the people we try to find a place to call our own
We painted out the street lights the windows of the places we once called home.
Is that what you are, is that what we are.
Summer breeze through the winter trees
yeah we're miles from home
But we know a place where the smiles on your face keeps you left alone
The libraries were the factories for girls likes you
Now the plans are cast and the plots are passed in the lovers lanes
We rally round the people we try to find a place to call our own
We painted out the street lights the windows of the places we once called home.
Is that what we are.
We don't need a place to call our own, just somewhere to lay our heads.
We don't need a friend to call on, just someone to count on
We don't need a place to call our own, just somewhere to lay our heads.
We don't need a friend to call on, just someone to count on
In the UK
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released December 2, 2012
Little Red Kings