Cake

Comanche
Guitar
Is This Love
Mexico
Never There
Satan Is My Motor
Sheep Go To Heaven
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Never There

I need your arms around me
I need to feel your touch
I need your understanding
I need your love so much
You tell me that you love me so
You tell me that you care
But when I need you (baby)
Baby, you're never there
On the phone
long, long distance
always through such strong resistance
First you say you're to busy
I wonder if you even miss me
Never there
You're never there
You're never ever ever ever there
A golden bird that flies away
A candle's fickle flame
To think I held you yesterday
Your love was just a game
(x2)
You tell me that you love me so
You tell me that you care
But when I need you (baby)
Baby
Take the time to get to know me
If you want me why can't you just show me
We're always on this roller coaster
If you want me why can't you get closer
Never there
You're never there
You're never ever ever ever there
(x2)

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Sheep Go To Heaven

I'm not feeling alright today
I'm not feeling that great
I'm not catching on fire today
Love has started to fade
I'm not going to smile today
I'm not gonna laugh
You're out living it up today
I've got dues to pay
And the gravedigger puts on the forceps
The stonemason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
Now I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as you're born you start dyin'
So you might as well have a good time
CHORUS
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats...go to hell
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip
I don't wanna feel the emptiness
Old marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip
I don't wanna feel the emptiness
Old marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to Sunset Strip
And the gravedigger puts on the forceps
The stonemason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
Now but I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as you're born you start dyin'
So you might as well have a good time
CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS UNTIL END

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Satan Is My Motor

I've got wheels of polished steel
I've tires that grab the road
I've got seats that selflessly hold my friends
And a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads
CHORUS:
I've got a mind that can steal me to your house
And a heart that can bring you red flowers
My intentions are good and earnest and true
But under my hood is internal combustion power
And Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is the only one who seems to understand
I've got brakes I'm wide awake
I can stop this car at any time
At the very last second I can change directions
Turn completely around if I feel so inclined
I've got a mind that can steal me to your house
And a heart that can bring you red flowers
My intentions are good and earnest and true
But under my hood is internal combustion power
And Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is my motor
Hear my motor purr
Satan is the only one who seems to understand
Satan is my motor
Satan is the only one who seems to understand

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Mexico

I had a match
But she had a lighter
I had a flame
But she had a fire
I was bright
But she was much brighter
I was high
But she was the sky
Oh baby
I was bound for Mexico
Oh baby
I was bound to let you go
I don't know much about Cinco de Mayo
I'm never sure what it's all about
But I say I want you
And you don't believe me
You say you want me
But I've got my doubts
Oh baby
I was bound for Mexico
Oh baby
I was bound to let you go
I had a match
But she had a lighter
I had a flame
But she had a fire
I was bright
But she was much brighter
I was high
But she was the sky
Oh baby
I was bound for Mexico
Oh baby
I was bound to let you go
(All right)

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Guitar

I'm sitting by the window of your 32nd floor apartment
Waiting for your phone calls all to end
I'm sitting, watching wind blow, watching time go, watching cars go by
I'm waiting for these memories to begin
CHORUS:
If I threw my guitar
Out the window so far down
Would I start to regret it?
Or would I smile and watch it slowly fall, fall, fall?
Garbage trucks and taxi cabs don't seem like they can reach me here
The clamor of jackhammers seems so faint
Well the way you treat me like the only slightly brings me down a lot
I don't think that I'll ever be the same
CHORUS UNTIL END

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Is This Love

I can't believe it's true.
I can't believe that you
Don't want me anymore.
You're with him,
And you don't even know
That I've been dying all day long
And singing sad, sad songs
And wishing you were gone.
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Or should I close the door?
My eyes are burning in my head
And seeing only red
And wishing you were dead.
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Or should I,
Or should I, should I,
Should I close the door?
Should I close the door? Ah, I fooled myself.
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Or should I,
Or should I,
Or should I, should I,
Should I close the door?

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Comanche

You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut.
You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt.
Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode.
If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads.
You need to find some new feathers and buy some new clothes.
Just get rid of the antlers and lighten your load.
Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode.
Yeah, if you want to have cities, you've got to build roads.
You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut.
You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt.
Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode.
Ah, if you want to have cities,
Yeah, if you want to have cities,
No, if you want to have cities,
You've got to build roads

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