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XFM Presents: This Is Music
Disc 1
01. Welcome to the Black Parade
02. Starlight
03. Oh Stacey (Look What You’ve Done)
04. Country Girl
05. We Are Your Friends
06. Ladyflash
07. Heartbeats
08. Trouble
09. Weekends and Bleak Days
10. Skip to the End
11. Lost & Found
12. The Bucket
13. Boys Will Be Boys
14. Blackened Blue Eyes
15. Sing It Out
16. You and Me
17. The City Is at a Standstill
18. A Tried and Tested Method
19. Funny Little Frog
20. Blue Monday
21. The Great Beyond
22. Processed Beats (XFM session Track)
Disc 2
01. Empire
02. Better Do Better
03. Blood
04. Prangin’ Out
05. Albion
06. Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager
07. That’s No Way to Tell a Lie
08. Hide and Seek
09. I Want You to Stay
10. You Have Killed Me
11. In the Morning
12. Juxtapozed With U
13. Rock ’n’ Roll Queen
14. You Can’t Fool Me Dennis
15. Out of the Question
16. Muscle Car
17. Can’t Exist
18. Repeated Offender
19. Everything Must Go
20. Another Girl Another Planet
21. Janie Jones
22. Time Is Running Out (XFM session Track)
Honey, lovin' you is the greatest thing
I get to be myself and I get to sing
I get to play at being irresponsible
I come home late and I love your soul

I never forget you in my prayers
I never have a bad thing to report

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work

You are my girl and you don't even know it
I am livin' out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat

My eyesight's fading, my hearing's dim
I can't get insured for the state I'm in
I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights
At the party at the club on a Saturday night

But I don't get disapproving from my girl
She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls

You're my picture on the wall
You're my vision in the hall
You're the one I'm talking to
When I get in from my work

You are my girl and you don't even know it
I am livin' out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat

Had a conversation with you at night
It's a little one-sided but that's all right
I tell you in the kitchen about my day
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places

With the ghost that was there before you came
You've come to save my life again

I don't dare to touch your hand
I don't dare to think of you in a physical way
And I don't know how you smell

You are the cover of my magazine
You're my fashion tip, a living museum
I'd pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
I'll maybe tell you all about it someday