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Tommy
05:03
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Everyday she sees the same thing played out in her head
The same short time they spent as friends
The trip downtown, the radio meeting
Listening to records, the pizza they're eating
Playing piano, playing pool
That one party with those kids from Tommy's school
Crying in his bed, sleeping in his clothes
Fleeing in the morning, nobody knows
Trying to reach him, to see his face
Wandering around, hoping to see him some place
She replays these moments everyday in her mind
She can't escape she can't escape this time
Before it was tommy it was never anyone
No one has liked her before or wanted her love
No one has ever held her hand and looked into her eyes
And wiped away every single tear that Sally cried
The story goes that she climbed on stage
She was knocked onto floor after trying to touch his face
But the legend of Tommy and Sally is all wrong
He invited her onto the stage and then shoved her off
And Tommy knows what day it is
He knows it's been exactly four weeks since they almost kissed
Putting in so much effort so much grit
Just to avoid her and pretend that she doesn't exist
And Sally knows he's a hopeless boy but she still sits everyday hoping to be his choice
He's blinded by his love and he can't hear Sally speak
About how she'd give up just about anything to be with Tommy
They say she moved away to California
But she never forgot Tommy or the night he loved her
The scar on her cheek is a constant reminder
The hope and the fear that he might someday find her
Tommy can you hear me? Sally shouts into the night
I’ll let you back into my arms if you let me back into your life
They say he moved away to Illinois
Cuz he likes the sound of the city, yeah he likes the noise
He’s still blinded by his love and he can’t hear Sally speak
Asking the same question every night
Tommy can you hear me?
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Please enjoy us while you can
Please enjoy us while we last
'Cuz once the credits roll, I'm not coming back
And when we've gone away
When we're far away
They'll talk and they'll scream and they'll say
We were great
Visionary
Ahead of their time
Extraordinary
Music of our lives
But when I get famous
Not if I get famous
Don't make a movie out of me
Don't watch me on a screen
Listen to me sing
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
And as we're walking across the stage
We're really writing every page
In a script full of things we'll never say
So watch carefully
It could be you who makes the movie
That creates our legacy
So when you're getting your first award
You mention you couldn't have had better support
Remember the band you once saw
We started it all
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
And as the movie fades to black
You lean over to friend
And you laugh saying
I actually knew the band and
They weren't like that
And it turns out exactly as you feared
Leaning mid-movie to your friend and whispering
This is weird
This is weird
This is weird
This is weird
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
Here comes the director's cut
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Angel's Wings
04:48
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In the fields, out in the wheat
You grabbed my hand and said to me
"Suddenly I'm free
It's time to say goodbye
It's time I learned to fly"
She grew angel's wings and she floated into the sky
On that afternoon in mid-July
We were all waving goodbye
Standing around and holding hands
I motion to the angel band
They put their chins on the violins
They put their bows to the cellos
And the pizzicato strings
Played a melody
And we all started to sing
We sang "La La La La La
Woah
La La La La Woah"
We sang "La La La La La
Woah
La La La La Woah"
And I could make a perfect angel
If I wanted to
But she was true
And I could make a perfect angel
If I wanted to
But she was true
I know I won't sleep tonight
I'll be thinking of an Angel
Perfectly poised in flight
taking off in mid-July
Standing around and holding hands
I motion to the angel band
They put their chins on the violins
They put their bows to the cellos
And the pizzicato strings
Played a melody
And we all started to sing
We sang "La La La La La
Woah
La La La La Woah"
We sang "La La La La La
Woah
La La La La Woah"
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