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Artists:
Face to Face · Face to Face · Face Down · Without Face · 2 Face · Face First · Face · Face Down · Face · Face – and 11 other artists »
Albums:
Car Button Cloth · Face to Face [Deluxe Edition][Record Store Day Exclusive] · Face To Face/Dropkick Murphys [Split EP] · Face To Face/Dropkick Murphys [Split EP] · Face 2 Face [Japan Bonus Tracks] · The Final Recordings, Vol. 1: Face to Face · If I Weren't So Romantic, I'd Shoot You/Face to Face · Face: Losing Face, Finding Soul · Face to Face [UK Bonus Tracks] · The Final Recordings, Vol. 1: Face to Face – and 306 other albums »
See her face and the clothes she wears See her smile and those eyes of hers She must be living in another world Another world
Pack your rations, pack a watch Change of clothes and a face cloth Meet me where your mother lies We'll dig graves on both her sides And lay
it, Seal it for Thy courts above. Oh, that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face, Clothed then in the blood washed linen How
And I can almost see Your face I am clothed in love, surrounded by Your grace You are here in spite of everything I am And everything I'm not
so much your pretty face I see It's not the clothes you wear It's more that special way you look at me That always keeps me there, whoa oh whoa
Well her clothes are blacker than the blackest cloth And her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth. She wears Dr. Martens and a heavy cross, But
Someone just like me Do you wonder what you're missing? And when the paparazzi stare At your face and clothes and hair Do you wonder what they're
for him? A baggy man with baggy clothes A face made of paper mache He lost his humor years ago Along with his molars His head planted beneath his
Well I tried to be the kind of woman you wanted me to be And it's not your fault that I tried to be what I thought you wanted to see Smilin' face
Modern dancing, modern dancing Modern dancing, modern dancing Dancing Modern dancing, modern dancing Modern dancing, modern Mono vision TV face
A similar voice taken The clothes changed But the face retained Surrounded by Old imagery His brain bypassed The eternal moment laid bare No time
me, beg Take off all of your clothes Lie face down on the bed Move one inch and I'll shoot you Make like a woman and beg me Beg me, beg I said, beg me,
Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am not able On my face a blood stained cloth I am dead but I am so pissed off I will possess my shroud take
is me And I will be You'll all see I'm the one I got a Gibson Without a case But I can't get that even tanned look on my face Ill fitting
in the bank Send it home Tina Toledo got a kid that lives with her Ma She takes the subway after school, makes up her face, changes clothes
and sound with nobody around me When faced with my demons, I clothe them and feed them And I smile, yes I smile as they're taking me over And if I can
It's the same old me In the same old clothes Same old face That you're sure to know Same old blue side of me, baby With the same old love for
every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy And I guess it was enough for me To win the race? A prettier face! Brand new clothes and a big fat place
you would try with me And you come lipsticks smeared, drippin' face Clothes huggin' your hips, I'm hugging your waist. I'm lovin' the taste of my ?
It's the same old me In the same old clothes Same old face That you're sure to know Same old blue side of me, baby With the same old love for
to wonder where that girl has gone. There is a secret no one knows, I set my face, I changed my clothes I dreamed I stood as you were passing, Just
all see, I'm the one I'm the one I got a Gibson without a case But I can't get that even-tanned look on my face Ill-fitting clothes and I blend in
With this fuck-you money to say fuck you cos I can Woo! jissis guys, this is nice! Chilling up in motherfuckin business class Take this hot face-cloth
Put your make up on Though your face is long Clothes that fit you wrong What's wrong with you Last night's Romeo He just had to go I don't
I love to pick you up 'Cause you're still a baby to me Cribs and cradles and bottles and toys Are part of the joys they bring I wanna wash your face