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Over & Over
02:32
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We never said this was meant to be more than some good dirty fun | But I'd be a liar if I said playing with fire didn't make my fever run | You'll fuck me up | And I'll fuck you over | I didn't need you to stay, I couldn't quite ask you to go | I wanted your touch a little too much and I guess it started to show
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Don't Matter To Me
03:30
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The sun sneers down on a brand new day | And all the gridlocked fools in their hire-purchase cages | And it don't matter to me | In a hundred years they'll be dead and gone | And no one will even remember this song | But you know, it don't matter to me | Going to take a car to an ocean view | Take some dumb shits with me as I ride into the blue | Sounds like a good time to me | Keep my pedal to the metal hope I don't lose my nerve | Till the end credits roll and the celluloid burns | It don't matter to me
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Nowhere Fast
03:00
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She takes the cage lift to the second floor | Pull focus walk down the corridor | To the door she knows so well | The nausea begins to swell | Dead Prozac eyes and a rictus grin | Staring at the blade of the guillotine | Of another day | Dull and cold and grey | The black water in the corner | Never runs dry | Keeps us going nowhere fast | Would it really kill him to say please just one time? | How did my life come to this? | Was it just something that I missed? | The social contract is a scam | And lady luck's gone on the lam | Rancid breath down the back of the neck | Home counties Hitler in Tattershall check | Should've died before he got old | Revenge is best served cold | There are little pills to make you high | To soothe you with their sweet, sweet lies | But the ones on Susie's mind | Are the ones that makes you die | A steaming cup at a quarter to nine | Black and bitter as strychnine | The boss returns her rictus smile | At roughly nine twenty five
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Solitaire
03:32
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Sat here in my cups again, some kind of deja vu | Drinking red wine, Tuesday blue | It helps to pass the time away | Another hour filed away | As the cathode glow tints my room | Solitaire | I like the TV with the sound turned down | Silent as the city when there's no one else around | Marionettes dangling on their strings | Can't begin to comprehend the hang they're in
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Dead End Riviera UK
Inspired by la debauche et la mort - and the conviction that all you need for a pop group is a girl and a gun (or something like that) - DEAD END RIVIERA perform sleazy lounge noir for the jaded.
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