Hot summer night
Fights up the street
Extended mix of Being Boring's
Going 'round on repeat
Balcony friends
Dope out conceits
It's 1996 and Black Love
Just hit the streets
Faded's fading
You kiss me on the cheek
Then flip the mood with side one
Of S/T ... FYC
Give you a laugh
Crooning Chesterfield King
Now we're tangled with each other
Unregenerately
The State
Of Art
Is On Fire
Scares them
Off so
We retire
Alone
You de-
Mystify me
Art is
The artist's
Enemy
Such talk
Hangs our
Clothes on the floor
Puts our
Faith in
Esprit de corps
Catching
Our breath
You get Dear You
Jet Black cuts too true
Candle burns out
Hookup arbitrage
In Her Mouth a Desert hints at the
Bullet you'll dodge
Finish a smoke
Throw on our clothes
You steal my Six Finger Satellite shirt
And I know
Streetlights blur by
Hot summer night
Touch Me I'm Sick's got you screaming like
You wanna fight
You can't decide
Between Might and Wrong
I skip to Fat we wish it was at least
Twice as long
We climb
To 1
2-3 Princess
Aitch eh
Made off
With the whole door
Worried
About
Nicky you're off
Hunting
In every
Dark corner
Through the
Crowd we
Find each other
As Harry
Spins I'm
Your Brother
We're back
To the
Car in a rush
To pump
Orange Crush
Knives in the kitchen
Not so discreet
Odyssey Dub Star Discomix is going
Round on repeat
Give you a laugh
You kick me in the teeth
We're liquid on the couch and we cry to
Fake Plastic Trees
So soon for tears
Hold on to yourself
Sarah knows the deal, this is going to
Hurt like hell
Held hands delay
Morning turns blue
You blow my mind when line for line you sing
Let Me Lie To You
The State
Of Art
Is On Fire
Scares them
Off so
We retire
Alone
You de-
Mystify me
Art is
The artist's
Enemy
Such talk
Hangs our
Clothes on the floor
Puts our
Faith in
Esprit de corps
Catching
Our breath
You get Dear You
Jet Black cuts too true
We climb
To 1
2-3 Princess
Aitch eh
Made off
With the whole door
Worried
About
Nicky you're off
Hunting
In every
Dark corner
Through the
Crowd we
Find each other
As Harry
Spins I'm
Your Brother
We're back
To the
Car in a rush
To pump
Orange Crush
Circa '96 Video (MV)
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Hot summer night
Fights up the street
Extended mix of Being Boring's
Going 'round on repeat
Balcony friends
Dope out conceits
It's 1996 and Black Love
Just hit the streets
Faded's fading
You kiss me on the cheek
Then flip the mood with side one
Of S/T ... FYC
Give you a laugh
Crooning Chesterfield King
Now we're tangled with each other
Unregenerately
The State
Of Art
Is On Fire
Scares them
Off so
We retire
Alone
You de-
Mystify me
Art is
The artist's
Enemy
Such talk
Hangs our
Clothes on the floor
Puts our
Faith in
Esprit de corps
Catching
Our breath
You get Dear You
Jet Black cuts too true
Candle burns out
Hookup arbitrage
In Her Mouth a Desert hints at the
Bullet you'll dodge
Finish a smoke
Throw on our clothes
You steal my Six Finger Satellite shirt
And I know
Streetlights blur by
Hot summer night
Touch Me I'm Sick's got you screaming like
You wanna fight
You can't decide
Between Might and Wrong
I skip to Fat we wish it was at least
Twice as long
We climb
To 1
2-3 Princess
Aitch eh
Made off
With the whole door
Worried
About
Nicky you're off
Hunting
In every
Dark corner
Through the
Crowd we
Find each other
As Harry
Spins I'm
Your Brother
We're back
To the
Car in a rush
To pump
Orange Crush
Knives in the kitchen
Not so discreet
Odyssey Dub Star Discomix is going
Round on repeat
Give you a laugh
You kick me in the teeth
We're liquid on the couch and we cry to
Fake Plastic Trees
So soon for tears
Hold on to yourself
Sarah knows the deal, this is going to
Hurt like hell
Held hands delay
Morning turns blue
You blow my mind when line for line you sing
Let Me Lie To You
The State
Of Art
Is On Fire
Scares them
Off so
We retire
Alone
You de-
Mystify me
Art is
The artist's
Enemy
Such talk
Hangs our
Clothes on the floor
Puts our
Faith in
Esprit de corps
Catching
Our breath
You get Dear You
Jet Black cuts too true
We climb
To 1
2-3 Princess
Aitch eh
Made off
With the whole door
Worried
About
Nicky you're off
Hunting
In every
Dark corner
Through the
Crowd we
Find each other
As Harry
Spins I'm
Your Brother
We're back
To the
Car in a rush
To pump
Orange Crush
Fights up the street
Extended mix of Being Boring's
Going 'round on repeat
Balcony friends
Dope out conceits
It's 1996 and Black Love
Just hit the streets
Faded's fading
You kiss me on the cheek
Then flip the mood with side one
Of S/T ... FYC
Give you a laugh
Crooning Chesterfield King
Now we're tangled with each other
Unregenerately
The State
Of Art
Is On Fire
Scares them
Off so
We retire
Alone
You de-
Mystify me
Art is
The artist's
Enemy
Such talk
Hangs our
Clothes on the floor
Puts our
Faith in
Esprit de corps
Catching
Our breath
You get Dear You
Jet Black cuts too true
Candle burns out
Hookup arbitrage
In Her Mouth a Desert hints at the
Bullet you'll dodge
Finish a smoke
Throw on our clothes
You steal my Six Finger Satellite shirt
And I know
Streetlights blur by
Hot summer night
Touch Me I'm Sick's got you screaming like
You wanna fight
You can't decide
Between Might and Wrong
I skip to Fat we wish it was at least
Twice as long
We climb
To 1
2-3 Princess
Aitch eh
Made off
With the whole door
Worried
About
Nicky you're off
Hunting
In every
Dark corner
Through the
Crowd we
Find each other
As Harry
Spins I'm
Your Brother
We're back
To the
Car in a rush
To pump
Orange Crush
Knives in the kitchen
Not so discreet
Odyssey Dub Star Discomix is going
Round on repeat
Give you a laugh
You kick me in the teeth
We're liquid on the couch and we cry to
Fake Plastic Trees
So soon for tears
Hold on to yourself
Sarah knows the deal, this is going to
Hurt like hell
Held hands delay
Morning turns blue
You blow my mind when line for line you sing
Let Me Lie To You
The State
Of Art
Is On Fire
Scares them
Off so
We retire
Alone
You de-
Mystify me
Art is
The artist's
Enemy
Such talk
Hangs our
Clothes on the floor
Puts our
Faith in
Esprit de corps
Catching
Our breath
You get Dear You
Jet Black cuts too true
We climb
To 1
2-3 Princess
Aitch eh
Made off
With the whole door
Worried
About
Nicky you're off
Hunting
In every
Dark corner
Through the
Crowd we
Find each other
As Harry
Spins I'm
Your Brother
We're back
To the
Car in a rush
To pump
Orange Crush
Writer: William Meagher
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