Sweet Thing

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[Verse 1]
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It's safe in the city, to love in a doorway
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To wrangle some screens from the door
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And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
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Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash
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Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
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So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I
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Run to the center of things,
Where the knowing one says

[Chorus]
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
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If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
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'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

[Verse 2]
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I'm glad that you're older than me
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Makes me feel important and free
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Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
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I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment
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If his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you
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And turn to the crossroads of hamburgers, and

[Chorus]
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, sweet thing
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If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
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'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

[Solo]
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2. Song: Candidate

[Sax and guitar solo]
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[Verse]
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I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate
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We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake
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My set is amazing, it even smells like a street
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There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
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Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
Who wrote up scandals in other bars
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I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people
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Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up
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Some make you sing and some make you scream
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One makes you wish that you've never been seen
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But there's a shop on the corner that's selling paper mache
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Making bulletproof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
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If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
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So you scream out of line "I want you! I need you!
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Anyone out there? Any time?"
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Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you
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When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces"
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If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
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Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
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For I put all I have in another bed
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On another floor, in the back of a car
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In the cellar like a church with the door ajar
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Well, I guess we must be looking for a different kind
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But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds
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'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young nights
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Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright
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I guess we could cruise down one more time
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With you by my side, it should be fine
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We'll buy some drugs and watch a band
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Then jump in the river holding hands

3. Song: Sweet thing (reprise)

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[Verse]
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If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
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'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing
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Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing your brain?
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Do you think that your face looks the same?
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Then let it be, it's all I ever wanted
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Its a street with a deal, and a taste
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Its got claws, its got me, its got you