Repeating Yourself

I've always been fascinated by albums named after their lyrics, so I'll collect as many as I can here. (If the title of the album is also the title of a song, it doesn't count.)

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Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill) It feels so good (swimming in your stomach) Wait until the dust settles

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Nine Four Eight One B'Day

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Keep on your mean side

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Fire in the disco! Fire in the... Taco Bell! Fire in the disco! Fire in the... gates of hell!

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To be made of glass When two suns are shining the battle becomes blinding To be made of glass But we ride tonight Tonight, tonight, we ride

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Our hopes and expectations Black holes and revelations

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How can ya, how can ya look so gloomy When you're gloomy, howlin', look so good to me

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Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

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And yes, barely pass any and every class Looking at every ass Cheated on every test I guess this is my dissertation Homie, this shit is basic Welcome to graduation

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When the dark of the night comes around That's the time that the animal comes alive looking for something wild

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I recognized this guy's way of thinking As he comes over, her face starts sinking, She's like, "Oh, here we go" It's a routine check that she already knows She's thinking, "They're all the same" "Yeah, you alright, baby? You look alright, still, yeah. What's your name?" She looks in her bag, takes out a fag tries to get away from the guy on a blag Can't find a light-- "Here, use mine." "See, the thing is I just don't have the time."

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There are things that drift away like our endless numbered days  Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made  and she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings  Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves 

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And the grass was so green against my new clothes and I did cartwheels in your honor Dancing on tiptoes My own secret ceremonials before the service began in the graveyard doing handstands

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The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas  Put it in the box, put it in the box  Frank's in there and I don't care  Put it in the box, put it in the box

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If you live through this with me I swear that I would die for you

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Find a cure find a cure for my life Put a price put a price on my soul Build a wall Build a fortress 'round my heart

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So much for the city Tell me that you'll dance to the end Just tell me that you'll dance to the end