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Blind Melon - The PusherBlind Melon - HellBlind Melon - SoupBlind Melon - No Rain (Ripped Away Version)Blind Melon - Soul OneBlind Melon - John SinclairBlind Melon - All That I NeedBlind Melon - GlitchBlind Melon - Life Ain't So ShittyBlind Melon - SwallowedBlind Melon - PullBlind Melon - St. Andrew's HallBlind Melon - Letters From A Porcupine

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UnderlyingOh, so more important hereAny kindOh, what ever shakes a thrillMark my faceThe air is really heavy nowI pledge allegianceSo God why don't you come on over hereD - I - E - DOh, that's what has happened to youG - R - E - E - DWell, there is nothing more to takePour the red wineWatch the news, maybe ventilateI pledge allegianceSo laddy why don't you come on over hereLetters from the

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Big stretch and not much sleepI got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheekAnd it's a bright blue SaturdayAnd the rummage sells the rubbish to meBut if I could buy the sky that's hangin'Over this bed of mineIf I could climb these vinesAnd maybe see what you're seein'If you were standing on the corner staring straightInto the eyes of Jesus ChristOne porch, one dog, one cockroach only way

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Pull you down nowKnees knelt, I got my arms open wideI got the shades turned, so the colors dieNo, don't hold too tight to the reelCause it's a big one boyIts' gonna pull you down nowPull you down nowNo, the cook can't lookNo, no cause he's keeping his eye on the kettleIn deed he will be aroundWhen you or you or you feel the need to feelPull you down nowWell I live more than what you'll ever

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Come down from the ceilingOh, these pills were made for feelingOh, so divineI've got a lump in my throatSo I'll keep hold of hopeOh yeah, oh yeahI've got a lump in my throatAnd it makes it hard to swallowThat's why we'll crawl to walk for runningOh there's not so much more in storeThat's why we'll never, ever divideI've got a lump in my throatSo, I'll keep hold of hopeOh yeah, oh yeahI've got a

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Life ain't so shittyThere's a lot that you can beAnd ain't it a pityBut its alright to smile back at meAnd if we both go thereWe can count on problems that we might not necessarilyCome in contact with,Hey wake up, do you know where I'm coming fromLife ain't so shittyThere's a lot that you can beAnd ain't it a pityBut its alright to smile back at meAnd if we both go thereWe can count on problems

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Sitting' on the back of my timeFishing' through the cities phone linesSuddenly, Suddenly 'til my back's out of lineWho today will be knocked offAnd who controls all the chalk talkWill they let you seeAnd will you believeMay there be a charm in your shineLies about the big findBut shouldn't he, so deservingly

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All that I need is the air that I breatheAnd all that I need are things I don't needAnd all that really matters is what matters to meAnd who of you are like meIf I was to smile and I held out my handIf I opened it now would you not understandBecause you know if I'm to benefit I'll do everything that I canAnd who of you are like meIt will make you feel good, over my shoulderIt'll get me down and

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It ain't fair, John SinclairIn the stir for breathing airWon't you care for John SinclairIn the stir for breathing airLet him be, set him freeLet him be like you and meThey give him number twoWhat else can the judges doGotta set him freeIf he'd been a soldier manShooting gooks in VietnamIf he was the CIASelling dope and making hayHe'd be free, they'd let him beBreathing air, like you and meThey

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From "Nico" AlbumHow come, girl was there when I needed oneHow come, girl was there when the song is doneSome say, open your eyes to a brighter lightOkay, open my arms they were rightShe was my soul oneShe felt she was the only oneShe was the sun, the sky blue eyesShe was my soul oneInside, pain in my heart often made her cryOutside, I cursed the birds and the sugar skyHow long take to realize

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From "Nico" album"No Rain (Ripped Away Version)"All I can say you know my life it's pretty plainAnd all that I can do, is just pour some tea for twoAnd speak my point of view, but it's not saneNo it's not saneIt's not saneAnd I don't understand why I sleep all God damn dayAll that I do, is read a book to stay awakeIt rips my life awayAnd it rips my life awayAnd it will rip your life away

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Album: Blind Melon "Nico"The clothesline of cold eyesIs washing away the face beforeNow tell me what's wrong you see everyone's goneYou gotta do your best to decorate this dying' dayThis dying' dayAll over a bowl of bitter beansAnd outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon misthanging' over meAnd now, I want that rocking chair outta thereCause he's no longer living hereIt's no longer needed

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From the Blind Melon Album "Nico"I have no fingertipsThey were burned away from too many stove tripsCan't find no fingernailsI ate them off cause I was hungry as hellCan't read, can't clear my mindSo here I go I've got to get into this lifetimeI think I'm gonna build a fenceTo keep inside what little senseThe sense of tasteThe sense of smellThe sense to sit here and feel like hellTo feel like

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From the album "Nico"Snow flakes rolling over my car, goose bumbing weatherIf I'm hungry at 4:30 in the morning,Pink dot will deliverAnd I'm oh so tired of you pushing that thorny crownDown onto my head so hard,My knees are two inches in the groundAnd I said, God damn, God damn that Bible pushin' manYou know I smoked a lot of grass and I've popped a lot of pillsBut I've never done nothing that my

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Blind Melon - GalaxieBlind Melon - 2 x 4Blind Melon - VernieBlind Melon - SkinnedBlind Melon - Toes Across The FloorBlind Melon - WalkBlind Melon - DumptruckBlind Melon - Carseat (God's Presents)Blind Melon - WiltBlind Melon - The DukeBlind Melon - St. Andrew's FallBlind Melon - New LifeBlind Melon - Mouthful Of CavatiesBlind Melon - Lemonade

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Album: "Soup"There's such a thing as self opinionAnd this far down South I have no self-controlIf anbody else feels like a nobodyWell then your gonna have to look out for youI'll colour green verything believed inBut I keep screaming for my glass of lemonadeI walk around and it feels good to be movin'The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be foundJump on the trolley that's headed for all the

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Mouthful of cavitiesYour soul's a bowl of jokesAnd everyday you remind meHow I'm desperately in needSee, I got a lot of fiends aroundAnd they're peaking through nothing newThey see youThey see everything you doSee everything on the inside, outOh, please give me a little moreAnd I'll push away those baby bluesCause one of these days this will dieSo will me and so will youI write a letter to a

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Suddenly everyting is faintingFalling from a broken ladder's rungThere's a jolt exhilarating from the phone I'm holdingI hear the words of what I'll becomeHow eager the hands that reach for love'Cause now there's a new life to beholdAnd its the biggest part of my life to unfold'Cause now she's telling me she'll have my babyAnd a faithful father I am to beWhen I'm looking into the eyes of our own

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Big stretch and not much sleepI got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheekAnd it's a bright blue SaturdayAnd the rummage sells the rubbish to meBut if I could buy the sky that's hangin'Over this bed of mineIf I could climb these vinesAnd maybe see what you're seein'If you were standing on the corner staring straightInto the eyes of Jesus ChristOne porch, one dog, one cockroach only way

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Blind Melon "Soup"Out here in nothin' engulfed by the seaAnd there's no one here 'cept these fishes and meI think I could die hereThen I'm hit, leveled hard by the rising tideOh, I'm hit hard by the tide,I'm just livid,All aloneSunny, so funny, not funny to me because,I'm bearing the scars from it burning on meBut I feel so revived, just sittin', here thinkin'Then I'm hit hard, really hard by the

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From "Soup"Hair raising shake you're much too lateyou should have jumped a couple of cars beforeNow if I may I'll walk awayI'm selling Silly Putty door to doorAnd up on the shelf it seems to helpIf I can keep a little bit of diseaseAs its feeding on meYou see it's bringing me to my kneesAs we all wiltWatching you wiltCome right away and help me bathe awaythe filthy feeling, frigid and coldBiting

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Album: "Soup"Tongue tied, nerves as big as bouldersWhy Mom, I thought I was your soldierMy brother sits by meBuckled into the carseatFeel the thirst, it's time for pulling overInto the truckstop on my daddy's shoulderOut back where they plant all the treesten feet away my daddy buries me[God's Presents]If my path be smooth or ruggedIf with thorns or roses strewnWhere I go the Father seeithAnd He

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From the Soup album:New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of MayTime has passed for Ms. Onassis, decay on displayI don't want to go downI don't want to go downI don't want to go down - like she didAnd I can't understand why somethinggood's got to die before we miss itMumbled talk through pigeon parkAnd Hastings is wasting awayreligiously they seem to sinBuy, sell or trade for amensI just

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Blind Melon "Soup" AlbumFind myself singing the same songs everydayOnes that make me feel goodWhen things behing the smiles ain't okayAround and over and in-between the seasI need to be on top of a mountainWhere I can be see everythingCause this paranoia's getting oldNow as I open my eyes to start another dayI'm in a pile of pukeEmpty bag of execusesMy love for friends and familyyou know I need

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Album: "Soup"Doesn't anybody feelThat all these killers should be killedAnd all these healers should be healedSo all these beggers can be filledNow tell me why am I to lieIf I'm holding firm and feel the rightto lie down beside this dog of mineAnd let that perverted though really run through my mindI'd scrape my toes across the floorThis day's the same as those beforeAnd though inside I'm feeling

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Album: "Soup"I'll make a shoehorn outta your skinI'll make a lampshade of durable skinAnd oh, don't you know that I'm always feelin' ableWhen I'm sittin' home and I'm carving out your navelWhen will I realize that this skin I'm inHey, it isn't mineAnd when will the kill be too much meat for me to hide onHey, I could really use a couple of handsTo complete one hell of a plant standOh, and don't

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From the album "Soup"Is it the way you're speakin'Is it because I'm peakin'Twistin' your face, thumb in hand, but youGotta have your own space to play inA collection of glass chickensOh Vernie, what a garden you haveMaybe its the snuff under your lipOr maybe caramel cake covered in ChristmasOh a flower you are to my land, but INo I cannot deny the beautyIf I had a heart I would want it to be like

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From the "Soup" albumI'm talkin' I'm talkin'I'm talkin' to myself moreNeedle, fetalSomeone's pouring warm gravy all over meAnd you see that synthetic therapyDon't you know it seems to be so unappealingBut, oh what a feelingBut I wish that you would stop spitting when you're talking to meAnd inside, air dryI might want to go another wayBut you see now I'm too pale to get outInto the lovely light

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From the Album "Soup"Is this the place that I want to beIs it you who I want to seeHolding on, hold it high, show me everythingAnd you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving meyou're leaving me with a hated identityBut I keep on a comin' here and standing in this stateAnd I'm never really sure if you'll take what I'm saying the right wayBut I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket playIs as discreet

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Blind Melon - Soak The SinBlind Melon - Tones Of HomeBlind Melon - I WonderBlind Melon - Paper ScratcherBlind Melon - Dear 'Ol DadBlind Melon - ChangeBlind Melon - No RainBlind Melon - DesertedBlind Melon - SleepyhouseBlind Melon - HolymanBlind Melon - Seed To A TreeBlind Melon - DriveBlind Melon - Time

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Said all these people they won't leave me aloneAnd we need, a little time to ourselvesAnd half the reasons whyI'm sketchin' all the timeThe result of a life in this hellBut oh well, I think it's timeMy faith is falling like the leaves from a treeThe pockets both take it awayThe sun warms my body as I'mSittin' on a swing watchingColumbus clouds bring in the rainOh well I think it's timeIts time to

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His feet are dirtyAnd his face, his face is longAnd while he's peeking outThrough his hair he hides the painTill that Lennon song comes alongHe'll turn it off and say can you drive?Jimmy, we need to borrow this for a minuteCause we need to escapeNow there's so many things thatHe's gonna do in 5 lifetimesHell I could do 'em allYeah and while he's rolling his own smokesHe says to me he's buying a

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As I shit, I sit and wonder whyMy floor is so cold and my back broken tiredBut life is good, even though it won't be longWith a candle comes emotions thatDance with the shadows on my wallWhat were you thoughts, as theyWere flying through your mindCompared to what you feel fromThe bars your now behindIf they could speak, what do you thinkThey would say to you?I do believe you'd been betterOff if

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I was born on the banks off a hot muddy riverThe child of one stupid steamy nightBorn to roam beneath the sunWhat do you think of me, I'm better left aloneI met a Holyman that said that he knew the wayAnd he'd like to show me so my life won't go astrayTake my hand child now little boy don't you be afraidI'll take your soul and walk on waterHolyman, ya don't understandThe cuts on me they run much

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No time frame, for what I need to do todayHere at the yellow house. I think I'm gonna playWith some free livin' lads down the street aways awayAs I feel the moon riseThe time that all feels is the right timeHere in our sleepy houseAs I wipe eye bugs away, the candle flickers at me to sayAnd in my head I sometimes prayHey aren't ya feeling fineAs I was as a little childAnd I'm feeling better when

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Grab my knee and look at meAnd try to tell me I'll be home soonAsleep in my bed and unstonedI'm tired of me this wayI don't know what I've gotten intoBut I'm glad it's now instead of soonerThis desert heat has crowded me strongWith a wish I had for winterIt's not as gentle as it soundsAs though it sounded yesterdayWhen I heard a leaf of my life hit the groundAnd as a bottle cap flew from my

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All I can say is that my life is pretty plainI like watchin' the puddles gather rainAnd all I can do is just pour some tea for twoand speak my point of viewBut it's not sane, It's not saneI just want some one to say to meI'll always be there when you wakeYa know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry todaySo stay with me and I'll have it madeAnd I don't understand why I sleep all dayAnd I start to

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I don't feel the suns comin' out todayits staying in, its gonna find another way.As I sit here in this misery, I don'tthink I'll ever see the sun from here.And oh as I fade away,they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,Hey look at him! I'll never live that way.But that's okaythey're just afraid to change.When you feel your life ain't worth livingyou've got to stand up andtake a look around

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"Dear 'Ol Dad"Come now and listen babeI gotta reason why I behaveLike a child with a light in eyesRunning naked on a cold winter nightI am like a pigeon that is spreadingit's wings to fly away to better thingsLike a hammer that has madea dent in every little single cent you've spentSaid oh God you've got to help me a little bityou've got to have a relief file for meNow I know I'm always right,

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Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damnFor every living day I give myself a handNow I'm scroungy as can beI got all you normals looking at meI'll scratch a hole in my lifeSo everyone can seeMy mind is a mind that I have come to knowAnd my eyes can't conceive a world that can not growAnd Fridays are always fresh daysScreamin' at the sun, don't reallyKnow what he has doneHe don't believe in

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"I Wonder"All alone the broadening skiesUnder the every night I will lieScratching claw and grip the railsEvery day my living hellOh God you know I've triedI know how hard I triedand oh I tried......Hey I'd like to daze away to aPlace like no one has knownIn a state of mind I could call mineThat only I could ownWhere I could hum a tune anytimeI choose, and then there is no such thing as timeWhere

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"Tones Of Home"What do you think they would sayIf I stood up and I walked awayNobody here really understand meand so I'll wave goodbye I'm fine, I'm fineTones of homesaid you don't like the way I'm livingyou don't like meTones of home, tones of homeAnd so I'll wave goodbye.I'm flyin' I'm flyin' homeAnd I always thought this would bethe land of milk and honeyOh but I came to find out that it'sall

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"Soak The Sin"I've got to buy some shoesThese ones are getting loseMy feet are shrinking in theSun, and it ain't funBut it looks like rain up aheadIn forty miles.A big rainbow took the blue sky.I'm gonna tell my momma, I loveHer so and thank you forGiving me these bones o goldI'm gonna run from my homeJump in the river and let theWater soak the sin in my soul.Fine time we all crossed linesmake

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