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03:54
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I considered being sad
but that house is way too crowded
and I'm a dreamer baby,
my time is all I have
and I'm now wasting it on this
Is it Monday morning? No?
Is it Wednesday evening -
I don't believe in measured time
now you're gone
Yes I still believe you
but I don't want to grieve you yet
I'm sick of all this melancholy bullshit
I'm tired of the sympathetic eyes
I just want you back
Is it Monday morning? Oh
guess it's Wednesday evening
I don't believe in measured time
now you're gone
yes I still believe you
but I don't want to grieve you yet
when will this blow over?
I grow older every day
and farther you stray
all things must decay
we have limited time
you had to make up your mind
sick of all this melancholy bullshit
(is it Monday morning, no)
tired of the sympathetic eyes
(is it Wednesday evening)
I just want you back
I just want you back
I JUST want you back
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My Little Surpise
03:32
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God Hates Instrumentals
02:44
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summer days, summer nights
summer songs are much too trite
"I've got nothing clever to say so I'll sing
about the seasons"
don't get me wrong, I love this song
I might even sing along
"dooo doo doo doo doo doo"
you can sing about the summer when it's fall
I don't mind at all
guess it's better singing anything at all
cus God hates instrumentals
God hates instrumentals
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Instrumental/Not So Sure
05:43
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What goes around comes around
So I’m told
And what comes up always comes down
But I spoke to the middleman and he told me you left town
Now I’m not so sure
Now the days turn into weeks
As Frida Kahlo’s pop song creeps
I wrote you in my melody then I played it on repeat
And that’s where you were
Now I’m not so sure
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Tragicomedy
such a silly word
the need to classify this life seems so absurd
to me
but then again, what more can we do?
between the working hours and
"I love you's"
you left your necklace here
it's on my windowsill
are you that reckless dear?
or am I seeing you tonight?
I call you operetta
you keep it short and bittersweet
and you can call me late for dinner
just as long as you call
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Love Song (demo)
04:25
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You look just like St. Valentine
Wearing those Lolita frames
I wanted to be your puppet so bad
isn't that sad?
Now my strings are all cut away
til we have our day:
goodbye, my love
goodbye my sweetest friend
I tried, my love
but I failed you in the end
Shake your tambourine
We'll slow dance to the death rattle
battle lines and city limits
valentines and limousines to hide
and haunt the living streets
Bathe in gasoline
and show me to your death machine
you and I are ghosts between the bars
and the shadows
Love is never saying sorry (even when you probably should)
love is taking what you want (baby, now that's understood)
love is a walk in the park, girl
This is love (baby shoot me)
this is hate (baby shoot me)
this is good (baby shoot me)
this is great
this is you (baby shoot me)
this is me (baby shoot me)
this is harm-ony
goodbye, my love
goodbye my sweetest friend
I tried, my love
but I failed you in the end
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Long way down
To the bottom
Longer still
When you've fallen out of love
(Long way down)
Papers say
He had it coming
Drank away
Any common sense he had
(Long way down)
Gathered 'round the body
Such a grizzly affair
And all the women rubernecking in the lobby
Still got curlers in their hair
They're singing, "oh, poor boy"
Poor boy
Is there anybody?
Could it really be that nobody sees
What happened here?
Wasn't any slip and fall
It was cold, cold blood
(Foul play)
I think that somebody's guilty
And I'm gonna get to the bottom
Once I unravel this mystery
I'm gonna write me a novel
I'll be like Truman Copote
If he were tall, dark and handsome
People all over will know me
I'll take this whole world for ransom
Wait...
Take it down a peg
Did you forget a boy has died?
With no one there to cry
In his wake
Time to gather up the facts
Time to look for clues
Got bruises on his back
And brand new shoes
Got to piece it together
Got to get to the bottom of what went wrong
Maybe he had a debt he couldn't pay
That cost him his life
Maybe he was fooling around with somebody's wife
Was it the wrong place?
Maybe he saw something he couldn't unsee
(In too deep)
Poor boy
Poor boy
I'm gonna figure out
What this was all about
And when I do, you'll be free
Mystery
I'm gonna solve you now
Mystery
I'm gonna figure you out
Gathered round the body
Such a grizzly affair
And all the women rubbernecking in the lobby
Still have curlers in their hair
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Retweeted by God
02:16
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Rhetorical answers
to dishonest questions
a whole generation
nearing obsession
seen all good intentions
pay too much attention
to how they're presented
a clinical rain
but it's just a game, my love
we play to appease the gods
those towering figures who grew from the swamp
to watch over us
as if just to be seen would be
divine
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infomercial
03:50
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forgive yourself
just two easy payments
see results in two weeks time
it's painless
no pain anymore
gonna start smiling again
no pain, no pain
call this number now
we'll throw in direction
free of charge and introspection
no pain anymore
gonna smile again
no pain anymore
gonna smile all the time
no pain anymore
never see me crying again
I could spend my life
trying to buy you back again
no I can't afford you
but I still adore you
no pain anymore
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Haunted
00:56
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every night at five o'clock I have a drink or two and watch the evening news
and so tonight was just the same, I switched it on, the anchor came along to talk about some day's events
then he winked at me and plugged his nose
I'm being haunted by a ghost
and I don't know if it's really there
or if it's just some shape in the dark
but it's haunting all my windows and my cupboards
it's the wind that blows the trees in the park
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see the boy with two names
changing on the day
based upon the weather
and to strangers that he meets
in the bars or on the streets
he's no one new
just one of two
they should dig him two graves
or place his ashes on some borderline
two funerals and two wakes
and all the men will wear two ties
at one service, they'll revere him
at the other curse his name
some will say he died a hero
some will say he died in vain
either way, it's all the same
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secret dance
05:32
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time
time doesn't change this feeling
restless
pacing around in my kitchen
again
all I ever wanted was a friend
someone to rely on
someone to confide in
in the end
that secret dance
we stole from time
a second chance
to set it right
I want to wake up and be proud of myself
don't want to have to say I'm sorry
I want to cast away the devil in me
sail out to sea and never look back
don't want to hurt nobody
shrug off this guilt and worry
and leave it far behind
sweep up the broken pieces
I'll learn from history
and show myself that I can be kind
and I don't ever want to feel ashamed again
I don't ever want to be that numb
I don't want to throw it all away this time
just want to find
a little peace of mind
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