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Lyrics:

Oh my love,
I know I am a cold cold man.
Quite slow to pay you compliments.
Or public displayed affections.

But baby don't you go overanalyze,
No need to theorize
I can put your doubts to rest.

You're the only one worth seeing.
The only place worth being.
The only bed worth sleeping's the one right next to you.

You're the only one worth seeing.
The only place worth being.
The only bed worth sleeping's the one right next to you.

Oh my love,
I know you're used to desperate men.
Who say the words that others said,
For too long and for too often.

But baby you can lay off a little bit,
No need to smother it
I can put your doubts to rest.


You're the only one worth seeing.
The only place worth being.
The only bed worth sleeping's the one right next to you.

You're the only one worth seeing.
The only place worth being.
The only bed worth sleeping's the one right next to you.


SAINT MOTEL - Cold Cold Man

Wolfgan Amadeus Phoenix

Lisztomania

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Property of Early Hours.

Lyrics:
Let your hair down and put on your party dress,
Let’s live our favorite story with no second guess.
Told me it’s all easier when you do what you’re told,
Borrow my leg to stand on, let’s get out of control.

Give me my daily dose of your coquetry,
I’ve put some thought into poetry.
A summer’s eve shall I compare to thee?
Or is it not to be?

Oh, it smells like summer,
It smells like summer,
It feels like letting go.
Oh, it smells like summer,
Your smile’s like summer,
I think we ought to let 'em know...

We won’t be waiting for the weekend,
We’re waiting on the sun.
We don’t need anyone’s permission,
To have a little bit of fun.

Good stories always come from bad ideas,
And yesterday was boring so let’s end in tears.
Time waits for no man,
So we won’t wait for time.
This isn’t going to end well but it started out fine.

Here’s an idea: you'll sleep when you’re dead.
Come over here, sleep with me instead.
Let’s get it started, it is getting late.
This won’t end well, but the middle is great.

[Chorus]

Oh, it smells like summer,
It smells like summer,
It feels like letting go.
Oh, it smells like summer,
Your smile’s like summer,
I think we ought to let 'em know...

We won’t be waiting for the weekend,
We’re waiting on the sun.
We don’t need anyone’s permission,
To have a little bit of fun.

Written by:
Jake Bennett & Adam Rothschild
Recorded At: Heritage Sound.
Engineered By: Brendyn "Rusti" Rossouw.
Mixed By: Jean-Paul Fung [Last Dinosaurs]
Mastered By: Joe Laporta [The Killers; Imagine Dragons]

Smells Like Summer

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"Sunbreak" EP now available on Spotify (http://spoti.fi/29zYuQj) & iTunes (http://apple.co/29GzHNi)
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LYRICS:
Oh we could blame it on this city
Nurture beating out my better judgement
We could scream 'Oh God why did you do this?'
While still leaning on bad shoulders

After all the things I've been through
Was this delusion of control?
Like using hands to hold water
It just as quickly hits the floor

Sometimes I hate you, cause I can't get enough
I can't just simply have it all, I cant just simply have it all
Maybe it's my hand, with a knife at my neck
I can't just simply have it all

Sometimes just a little's enough
Maybe I'm just thinking too much
(x2)

All my numbers burning red now
Just like the color of my stomach
We consume like we breathe LA air
But what is it really all for?

Sometimes I hate you, cause I can't get enough
I can't just simply have it all, I cant just simply have it all
Maybe it's my hand, with a knife at my neck
I can't just simply have it all

Sometimes just a little's enough
Maybe I'm just thinking too much





Lisztomania

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