Ryan Adams : Demolition

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This is where the summer ends In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins Goin' nuclear, nuclear The violets in my eyelids goin' red

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Sentimental geek Shut up and go to sleep, oh The calm, the beach and the remains Of the bathing suits and Porsches all in flames Goin' nuclear, nuclear When I saw her and the Yankees lost to the Braves

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Sentimental geek Sentimental geek Sentimental geek Shut up and go to sleep

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Give me an answer

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Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an answer Give me an out Give me an out

Capo:

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Harp:

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I've been a desperate man, I've been sheltered by a lonely dream

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There's a stranger here, looking back above the bathroom sink

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Every night I throw you out, leave you stranded on the boulevard

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You love it, how I use you up, I used you like I used them all Well, the band's singing:

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Hallelujah, Hallelujah

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Hallelujah, you're all gone (

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| If I could have a simple love, how would it feel and what would it mean? I'd only trade you away for Mary Magdalene Oh, it wouldn't make me a saint, it wouldn't make me the king And I wouldn't have to wait, wait around for the real thing Well, the band's singing Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, you're all gone Yeah, you're all gone |

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| Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, you're all gone, oh yeah, yeah hey Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |

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Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain

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Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and flames

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And when the son meets the father

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It'll be something smarter for the pain

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But you will always be the same

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You will always be the same Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time And when the son meets the dad It'll be pretty bad for the pain But you'll always be the same You will always be the same You will always be the same Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made up And when the father meets the son And the blood makes us better than the gain You will always be the same Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain Go on to the bus, left us in the dust and the flames And when the son meets the father It'll be something smarter for the pain But you will always be the same You will always be the same Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time And when the son meets the dad It'll be pretty bad for the pain But you will always be the same You will always be the same You will always be the same Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made us And when the father meets the son And the blood makes us better than the game You will always be the same You will always be the same You will always be the same

Capo:

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Harp:

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Two hearts fading, like a flower

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And all this waiting, for the power

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For some answer to this fire

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Sinking slowly, the water's higher, mmm

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Desire

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Desire With no secrets and no obsession This time I'm speeding with no direction Without a reason, what is this fire? Burning slowly, my one and only, mmm

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Desire, desire

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Desire, desire

Harp over:

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You know me, you know my way

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You just can't show me, but God I'm praying

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That you'll find me, that you'll see me

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That you'll run and never tire, mmm

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Desire, desire

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Desire, desire

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So, it's how the story goes Can we cut to the scene where I'm holding you close She moves, moves like a pendulum blade Cut, out all the words that I say

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The only difference is

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The only difference is truth

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The truth is I miss you

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Cry on demand

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How'd you learn to cry on demand?

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Teach me if you want to

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Though you don't have to

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I just close my eyes and think of you

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Real, real like a plastic bouquet That thrives on the smoke from an old fireplace And dies every night with her face on the news Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare and their shoes

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The only difference is

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The only difference is

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Nobody can cry, it's hard to do

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For most folks, without a reason why

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Cry on demand

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How'd you learn to cry on demand?

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Why would you want to?

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Just close your eyes and think of me

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I take back everything I said

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She can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you

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It's like were already dead

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Cry on demand Cry on demand Cry on demand

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Why would you want to cry on demand?

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Teach me if you want to

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Though you don't have to

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I just close my eyes and think of you

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| It's a long way down, but I feel alright It's a long way down, but I feel alright And the cops get in, and the crowd gets tight Take your tomorrow, pain and your sorrow and teach it how to fly It's starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt It's a long way down, but I feel alright It's a long way down, but I feel alright And I hope you're here, when I hit the ground 'Cause I'm high on forever, always together, and I'm coming down It's starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt Starting to hurt

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I'm a broken toy, for a lonely girl

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Used once and destroyed, then find some more

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Back home, kids play in leaves in the park

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She wants to play a game of hearts I'm a rag doll boy, with broken eyes She only comes to me when it's raining outside Back home, kids play in leaves in the park She wants to play a game of hearts

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I fell for you...

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I fell, for you...

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Why? I guess I wanted to play too Here's the lonely strings playing along in my head I'll adjust my arms for dancing marionette Back home, the kids play in leaves in the park She wants to play a game of hearts

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She wants to play, a game of hearts

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There you go Waving your arms like a girl Secondary clothes Don't worry, nobody knows Somebody order my round 'Cause I'm getting by With a twelve pack from 12th Porter with Billy 4:30 AM at night

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'Cause Tennessee sucks, in the summer

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What do you got that can put us under? There goes Johnny B Weird and tall He says "The band, they've got good songs They just don't draw" Somebody order my round Chances are I won't pay Hey Brad, let's go down to the boundary Get something blue to put us out of our way 'Cause Tennessee sucks, in the summer What do you got that can put us under?

Capo:

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Dear Chicago, you'll never guess You know the girl you said I'd meet some day? Well I got something to confess

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She picked me up on Friday Asked me if she reminded me of you

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I just laughed and lit a cigarette Said that's impossible to do

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Life's gotten simple since And it fluctuates so much

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Happy and sad and back again I'm not crying out to much

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Think about you all the time It's strange and hard to deal

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Think about you lying there Those blankets lie so still

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Nothing breathes here in the cold Nothing moves or even smiles

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I've been thinking some of suicide But there's bars out here for miles

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Sorry about the every kiss Every kiss you wasted bad

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I think the thing you said was true I'm going to die alone and sad

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The wind's feeling real these days And, baby, it hurts me some Never thought I'd feel so blue New York City, you're almost gone

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Think that I've fallen out of love

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Think I've fallen out of love

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Think I've fallen out of love with you

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Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays

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Turned to nothing on a Friday night Firecracker with a pile of empties Detonated with a lonely fire I see your face, I hear your voice I touch the phone and wonder Is this explosion gonna set me reeling? Or just another thing to pull me under?

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You could give me anything tonight

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Just a wink or even just a sigh

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Would be OK

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'Cause I've been waiting for a sign

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I've been waiting for a sign to come

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And I was breathless on a Sunday morning And I was speechless on a Sunday night For a lack of better understanding Felt like an engine that just didn't need a tire I see your face, I hear your voice I touch the screen and wonder And I been waiting for the sun to tell me It's just been sitting here, I don't know why You could give me anything tonight Just a wink or even just a sigh

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Would be OK 'Cause I've been waiting for a sign I've been waiting for a sign I've been waiting for a sign To come To come And I've been waiting for a sign I've been waiting for a sign To come And I've been waiting for a sign

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Pulled into the station And they're playing Waylon Jennings When you're driving through so late at night

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You'll see the lights are blinding

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Yeah, and I'll be thinking of you

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Home...

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My baby's going home...

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My baby's going home...

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Tomorrow, ooh

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A million miles of nothing Yeah, you're driving all alone I can smell you on the pillow

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Of the hotel room

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Baby, make it and call me soon Home... My baby's going home... My baby's going home... Tomorrow, oooh |

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| Home... My baby's going home... My baby's going home... Tomorrow, ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh

Capo:

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Took a walk with you in the shadow of my shoes

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Danced around the broken blues in the dirty summer rain

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Moonlight on the cars parked in single file, the bars

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With their thick and rosy smoke waving its busted hand

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Bringing you down, can't bring you down

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Bringing you down, can't bring you down

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Bringing you down, can't hear the sound

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Run through the river and into town

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Pretty little moon with its head on down |

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| Chin up... cheer Up... |

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| Chin up... cheer Up... |

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Took a walk with you and I busted up my shoe In an old yellow canoe out in Hollywood You called the police, but they didn't care, the lease On your place had run out, your landlord straightened his hat Bringing you down, Can't bring you down Bringing you down, Can't bring you down Bringing you down, Can't hear the sound Run through the river and into town Pretty little moon with its head on down Chin up... cheer up... Chin up... cheer up...

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In California, forever summer and hot

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Into the ocean and smiling a lot

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On sandy beaches and the blankets are hot

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Through the magnolias and I kiss your heart

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Jesus, don't touch my baby

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Jesus, don't touch my baby

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Jesus, don't touch my baby

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She's all that I got Reflections coming in through the sheets You love your baby yeah and summer's sweet Out on the highway we ride tonight Jesus don't know you, he was just saying "Hi" Don't touch my baby Jesus, don't touch my baby Don't touch my baby She's all I got

Ryan Adams : Demolition
2002

Nuclear

Hallelujah

You Will Always Be The Same

Desire

Cry On Demand

Starting To Hurt

She Wants To Play Hearts

Tennessee Sucks

Dear Chicago

Gimme A Sign

Tomorrow

Chin Up, Cheer Up

Jesus (Don't Touch My Baby)

Ryan Adams : Demolition 2002

Nuclear

Hallelujah

You Will Always Be The Same

Desire

Cry On Demand

Starting To Hurt

She Wants To Play Hearts

Tennessee Sucks

Dear Chicago

Gimme A Sign

Tomorrow

Chin Up, Cheer Up

Jesus (Don't Touch My Baby)

Ryan Adams : Demolition
2002