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I pull the bottom out of everything I do

Drop through the center of the world to visit you

Stare in the mirror, I should open

I won't open my eyes

Jesus on the radio

Well, I must've been something to see

I almost open my eyes but I don't

There goes everything

Tumbling down again all over me

I had a lover but my lover could not speak

I get these visions but my vision is very weak

Slip of the tongue and you can feel the whole thing slipping away

Oh God, loves an absentee

Because he doesn't hurt nobody but me

He thinks that I'll forgive him

But I won't

There goes everything

Tumbling down again all over me

Oh, always calling home

Through silent telephones

Cradled in shaking hands

The balance of me shifting

Jesus on the radio

Well, it must've been something to see

Yeah, you think that he'll forgive you

But he won't

There goes everything

Tumbling down again all over me

There goes everything

Tumbling down

tumbling down

Writer(s): ADAM DURITZ, DAVID BRYSON, JAMES BOGIOS, DANIEL VICKREY, DAVID IMMERGLUCK, MILLARD POWERS, CHARLES GILLINGHAM

Album Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings

date de sortie

25-03-2008

1 Come Around (acoustic version)
2 There Goes Everything
3 Wennen aan september (acoustic version)
4 Baby, I'm a Big Star Now
5 Come Around
6 On a Tuesday in Amsterdam Long Ago
7 Le Ballet d'Or
8 You Can't Count On Me
9 Anyone But You
10 When I Dream of Michelangelo
11 On Almost Any Sunday Morning
12 Washington Square
13 Cowboys
14 Insignificant
15 Sundays
16 Los Angeles
17 Hanging Tree
18 1942
19 1492

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