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Breaking Out The Good Stuff
Things aint what they used to be we don’t talk much anymore
But silence brings its own reward
I bundled up my dignity laid it in the bottom drawer
It might as well be safe as be ignored
Every day’s a memory and every night’s a curse
And the mornings are forever out of sight
If yesterday is all we have tomorrow may be worse
So I’m breaking out the good stuff tonight
I’ve broken the best china it just fell out of my hand
And shattered into pieces on the floor
I wasn’t going to tell you I didn’t think you’d understand
And I didn’t want to start another war
I’m tired of being second best and feeling second class
And I’m tired of you always being right
So I’m sweeping up the pieces I’m gonna throw them in the trash
Then I’m breaking out the good stuff tonight
I’ve been howling at the moon
While it’s shining oh so bright
Love, it seems has abandoned me tonight
So while we’re on the subject of love and all its woes
And I’m singing this sad refrain
Let’s hear it for my broken heart, that’s my fault I suppose
S’funny how I always take the blame
I lost my lucky charm playing cards and shooting pool
Looking back I maybe got that right
For all the luck it brought me, I might as well play the fool
So I’m breaking out the good stuff tonight
And they say that it won’t kill me, but deep down I think it might
So I’m breaking out the good stuff tonight
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The Type 2 Song
02:25
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The Type 2 Song (The Sweetest Thing)
She comes in sherbet dabs and liquorice
She is the sweetest thing, yeah the sweetest thing
She speaks in pastel rhymes and gibberish
She’s the sweetest thing to me
She brings me humbugs with a spearmint kiss
She is the sweetest thing, yeah the sweetest thing
I can taste the pear drops on her cherry lips
She’s the sweetest thing to me
Oh the sweetest thing to me
And I know that type 2’s gonna get the best of me
But love’s just not the same if its sugar free
She feeds me sugar mice and butterscotch
She is the sweetest thing, yeah the sweetest thing
Rosy apples jelly beans and candy floss
She’s the sweetest thing to me
Oh the sweetest thing to me
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The Ghost Of My Father
03:55
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The Ghost Of My Father
The last time I saw my father he’d been dead for twenty years
He was stood on the pavement in the rain
He stared at me and I stared at him through the windscreen and the tears
Then I blinked once and he was gone again
The ghost of my father haunts me still
The ghost of my father always will
The last time I saw my mother I was kissing her goodbye
I stayed all night and watched her slip away
40 years a widow the loneliest of lives
Holding back the tears and counting down the days
The ghost of my father haunts me still
The ghost of my father always will
For so many years I believed he was near
He’d come home one day and everything would be just fine
For all that I became I still shouldered the blame
But deep down I know the demons are mine
The last time I saw my father was twenty years ago
And I’m still not so sure that it was him
I’ve seen a ghost or two in my time and you’d think I’d know
The damage that comes from wishful thinking
The ghost of my father haunts me still
The ghost of my father always will
The ghost of my father haunts me still
The ghost of my father always will
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Mosaic
05:27
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Mosaic
Here I am cap in hand
Alone again with my emotion
From the start this fragile heart
Was bound to end up broken
Is someone there someone who’ll see
How to care and how to fix me
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
On my knees among the debris
Picking pieces one by one
There’s no plan no diagram
For the day you come undone
Can I dull this ache will it start to fade
When I craft my heart shaped mosaic
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
There’s no receipt no money back guarantee
Sometimes you men the things you ever love or need
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
If I glue the pieces back together will it be alright
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Flowers In The House
04:54
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Flowers In The House
There’s always flowers in the house
They hide the smell of decay
The silent witness wants you out
But more than the door stands in the way
So cut the stems and feed the doubt
There’s always flowers in the house
Perfect lines in pastel shades
A fire burning in the hearth
A single word out of place
Turns the evening light to dark
Tears are all that pain allows
There’s always flowers in the house
You can powder out the scars
You can shield so many blows
For every well-guarded remark
There’s always someone who knows
A smile hides the fear and doubt
And there’s always flowers in the house
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