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Ooh La La (One Last Time)
I walked by your house last night
On my way to meet some other girl
Who looks just like you
I couldn’t help but stop a while
And stare up at your window
I was wondering, if you miss me too?
The last time that we spoke
You told me that you needed, to be alone
Well I’m sorry I’m such a chore
And I said Ooh la la, and oh my god
Why the hell can’t I just fall asleep alone
Every night
And I said ooh la la, and oh my god
Why the hell can’t I just walk down your stop
Without stopping to say hello
I walk and think about the time
Three years ago I brought you out
And you, hardly knew my name
You laughed and smiled and made a fuss
You told me all about your favorite songs
And how you love to sing along
And I knew that I was really fucked
Because you made me blush
When you touched me on the arm
And I said ooh la la, and oh my god
I hope that she thinks I’m kind of charming
Cuz I’m trying to be
And you said ooh la la, and oh my god
Thanks so much for walking me home
Its freezing, won’t you hold my hand
I walked by your house last night
On my way to meet some other girl
Who looks just like you
And I said ooh la la, and oh my god
Why the hell can’t I just fall asleep alone
Every night
And I said ooh la la, and oh my god
Why the hell can’t I just walk down your street
Without stopping to say goodbye
One last time
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Cowboys on the Beach
04:20
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The twelve hour drive went by,
In the blink of an eye,
Cause I was too scared that you’d see I wasn’t worth the trip
Then we sat like cowboys,
On the beach, in Santa Monica and
That night we slept in separate beds
And in the morning, out on the I-5
The sun rose and it hurt my eyes
While you slept in your seat,
I sang you songs that you won’t remember except in dreams
Of California
In Frisco’ I didn’t miss her,
Half as much as I thought I would
And when we crossed the bridge I didn’t dream about jumping
While we walked you told me
All about your mother and,
How you hated her just as you loved her
Your friends that we stayed with
Told me stories about when you were kids
And they said, that they’d never seen a man
Make you smile the way that I did that night
While you avoided my eyes
We left our clothes on a park bench
In downtown Portland, Oregon
While we swam naked in that wide rolling river
That night you crept close to me
on the living room floor
And you said please don’t ever let me go
Well I know that love is
just a sinking ship
And I know that I won’t be able
to swim away from it I hold onto you
the whole night through
We made Seattle
in the cold and grey
that’s where you kissed me in the drizzling rain
I told you all about
My old home town
And all my old friends told me to keep you around
Now the weeks up, and my ass is sore
And I ran out of money for gas
And I’m thinking, maybe you’ll stay a while,
right here by my side on Puget Sound
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Lover I'm Sorry
04:21
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In the morning I’m up, and awake, and alone
In the kitchen doing the dishes that I’ve left all week long
Already forgetting the dream I had last night
Where you said goodbye for the last time
I’ve heard that everything gets better with age
Like the books on my shelf or my old dog we left in a cage
And lately I’ve been waking up at six a.m.
Just to watch the sunrise and to miss you
All over again
Lover I’m sorry,
I’m sorry I threw it all away
Lover I’m sorry
It’s been a long time since you called me lover
Anyway
So it goes and this too shall pass
And the months will slip by like sand in the hourglass
And I’ll often wonder if I was wrong
But my dreams won’t let me sleep in too long
And I’m older now than I was yesterday
And I remember feeling this exact same way
Back when I was seventeen,
And love didn’t seem so cold and so mean
Lover I’m sorry,
I’m sorry I threw it all away
Lover I’m sorry
It’s been a long time since you called me lover
Anyway (X2)
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