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Raconteurs

You look pretty in your fancy dress But I detect unhappiness You never speak so I have to guess You're not free Dear, maybe when you're old enough You

Some say a man isn't capable of love; just domination, pesky old lust. [?] Don't know if that's true, that can't be all that we do... Now get your golden

How you gonna top yourself When there is nobody else? How you gonna do it by yourself? 'Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you, yeah Alright, how you

In the heat of the desert sun On the blistering trail An appaloosa and A wanted man sprung from jail Slow in motion and shadow-less The switch and the

I'm not sure if there's a point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of 'em knows the end It

You don't understand me But if the feeling was right, you might comprehend me And why do you feel the need to tease me? Why don't you turn it around?

Well, you've impressed me so completely I start obsessing to hear from you Whatever you do, you do sweetly It takes a lot to not take from you You're

Girl, you've got those hands that heal Help me get in touch with what I feel 'Cause you understand and you sympathize And you know me best, it's no surprise

When I was surrounded by the world You were the only one who came And you were the only one astounded, which kept me grounded As the other girls thrashed