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Is there something more? Surely there must be You can't lose everything, so you're quite happy To live with nothing more than a life-long shopping list

Jimmy wasn't really popular He had a couple of friends back home And sooner or later they're all getting out So he had to join up alone He was dreaming

My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show

ONE WEEK LATER WITH WEBB PIERCE Writer Gary Walker One week later oh how I cried Just one week later I wish I could die You were so sure you could

You could be waiting for a day that won't come And you could be so much more than you've become And I have found my feet 257 weeks But you could be waiting

There's so many people talking Who should I listen to today There's so many people dying Who do we pick to save If there's one world worth fighting

Come one little baby wan't you love next week I want to love you next week Come on lady show me next week I want to show you next week I said come on

It takes forever to convince them that you're who you say you are. They like to judge you But you know they'll only do it from afar You know there's something

He sits alone at a table In a small cafe Drowning his tears In a bottomless cup of coffee And he's tumbling into his thoughts His memories are all tight