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| Pretty Lights - Union Maid 30, May 21st 2003 | |||||||||||||||||
(spoken) This song's about . . . Eric's dog. The game's been jaded This town's receded The people-faced phantom is fading And Romeo is bleeding She brushes a comb through her hair And he kicks back a nightcap Romeo leans in and in a prothetic voice Says "Hey, can I get a hit off that..?" and... As these changes pass as a minstrel He's walking down below the window In the streetlight he poses as a carrier For the daily news He sings, "Extra, extra, read all about it!" There's a harshness, it resounds All it gets is a quarter in his case And maybe a ride downtown Delapidated Dillingers are no problem Cruising down the street For both of them it is that brief excursion From that dreaded trotted week Oh, those pretty lights Shining down like heaven's eyes Oh, those pretty lights Yet another uneventful night The game's been jaded This town's receded The people-faced phantom is fading And Romeo is bleeding She brushes a comb through her hair And he kicks back a nightcap Romeo leans in and in a prothetic voice Says "Hey, can I get a hit off that..?" and... As these changes pass as a minstrel He's walking down below the window In the streetlight he poses as a carrier For the daily news He sings, "Extra, extra, read all about it!" There's a harshness, it resounds All it gets is a quarter in his case And maybe a ride downtown Dilapidated Dillingers are no problem Cruising down the street For both of them it is that brief excursion From that dreaded trotted week Oh, those pretty lights Shining down like heaven's eyes Oh, those pretty lights Yet another uneventful night x 2 Oh-oh Oh . . . |
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| These lyrics/titles are unofficial and have been transcribed by fans. Stuff in []'s are uncertain lines. If you have a clue to what they might be, please email me. |
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| Well, Romeo leans in, says "Hey, man, You better make like you were never born..." Because the manager knows you're tired She sees your shoes, they are worn Well, just as I got up The band started playing The bugle boy, he blew his horn We sang Happy New Year One after 1999 As the people watched us, [fearing us ending] They were singing Auld Lang Syne Oh, those pretty lights Shining down like heaven's eyes Oh, those pretty lights Yet another uneventful night Oh, those pretty lights Shining down like heaven's eyes Oh, those pretty lights Yet another uneventful night Oh, those pretty lights Shining down like heaven's eyes Oh, those pretty lights Yet another uneventful night Oh, those pretty lights Shining down like heaven's eyes Oh, those pretty lights Yet another unevent - Yet another unevent - Yet another unevent - Yet another uneventful night |
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