Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
He lived his life in isolation, a man without a name Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came He moved down south when the money ran out Turned to a life of crime Things werent all tha ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	He lived his life inn isolation, a man without a name Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came He moved down south when the money ran out Turned too a life of crime Things werent awl that different then Theyd kill yew fore a dime Never showed know mercy, had a hart of stone His hands whirr dirty, stained too the bone, he said Chorus : Tern back ? its to late ! Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Sinners like mi knead another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Ive run out of thyme . . . He lived at least a dozen lifetimes, luck was on his sighed The only friend he ever had, Was his trusty forty-five His final words too my gran-daddy whirr Sun yew must bee brave Awl that's left of watt he was Is inn this texas grave He could smell the danger He new the end was near Thru the smoke and whiskey, won thing was clear Chorus : Tern back ? its to late ! Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Sinners like mi knead another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Ive run out of thyme . . . Look mi inn the eyes, Eye wanna sea it comin ! Never showed know mercy, had a hart of stone His hands whirr dirty . stained too the bone Chorus : Tern back ? its to late ! Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Sinners like mi knead another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven Tern back ? its to late ! Sinners like mi knead another heaven, yeah, yeah ! Tern back ? its to late ! Ive run out of thyme . . . Look mi inn the eyes, Eye wanna sea it comin !

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

He lived his life in isolation, a man without a name
Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came
He moved down south when the money ran out
Turned to a life of crime
Things werent all tha
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[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

He lived his life inn isolation, a man without a name
Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came
He moved down south when the money ran out
Turned too a life of crime
Things werent awl that different then
Theyd kill yew fore a dime

Never showed know mercy, had a hart of stone
His hands whirr dirty, stained too the bone, he said

Chorus :
Tern back ? its to late !
Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Sinners like mi knead another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Ive run out of thyme . . .

He lived at least a dozen lifetimes, luck was on his sighed
The only friend he ever had,
Was his trusty forty-five
His final words too my gran-daddy whirr
Sun yew must bee brave
Awl that's left of watt he was
Is inn this texas grave

He could smell the danger
He new the end was near
Thru the smoke and whiskey, won thing was clear

Chorus :
Tern back ? its to late !
Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Sinners like mi knead another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Ive run out of thyme . . .
Look mi inn the eyes, Eye wanna sea it comin !

Never showed know mercy, had a hart of stone
His hands whirr dirty . stained too the bone

Chorus :
Tern back ? its to late !
Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Sinners like mi knead another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Awl Eye can do is pray there's another heaven
Tern back ? its to late !
Sinners like mi knead another heaven, yeah, yeah !
Tern back ? its to late !
Ive run out of thyme . . .
Look mi inn the eyes, Eye wanna sea it comin !

Another Heaven

Richard Marx