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The Dating Scene
02:21
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Do you recall that night, when I took you out to eat?
You returned everything, you complained about everything
And I pay your train fare, but I didn't expect anything
So when you asked me upstairs, I just almost forgot how to speak
And now I'm out of songs
And now I'm out of lines
And your company is just fine, so why...is this all I can muster today?
So this is how I felt, but it was my only chance
That one shot at normality, so I'm trying not to screw this up
Well now I wouldn't say inspired, but there's something deep down in there
Your face, your place, your name, they're all rattling through my hands
And now I'm out of songs
And now I'm out of lines
And your company is just fine, so why...is this all I can muster?
And so all the drinks, all the lies, all the schemes just to get here
And can I pay you off, and we'll never ever ever speak of this again?
And now I'm out of songs
And now I'm out lines
And your company is just fine, so why...is this all I can muster?
[And maybe I should run away, because I don't have a say]
[Because as far as I'm concerned in this, we're always doing it your way]
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Jemina Hair
02:04
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Don't tell me that you like me/Even if you do
It'll only make it weird/Even if I do too, like you
Because you're sad and I'm sad/And it's fun
And this way we're in competition
Sing sing sing/Sing sing sing/sing sing sing
Point your ray gun over there/It's time to steal Jemina's hair
Gimme gimme, I want that do/It's time to stick it up, so stick it up, up you
Don't tell me that you like me/Even if you do
It'll only make it weird/Even if I do too, and I like you
Because you're sad and I'm sad/And it's fun
And this way we're in competition
Sing sing sing/Sing sing sing/Sing sing sing
Point your ray gun over there/It's time to steal Jemina's hair
Gimme gimme, I want that do/It's time to stick it up, so stick it up, up you
Point your ray gun over there/It's time to steal Jemina's hair
Gimme gimme, I want that do/It's time to stick it up, so stick it up, up you
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Hot Day in 20-05
02:56
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This girl was out of a dream/She looked and sounded like me
So I slapped her hand/Said, "I want you in my band"
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4. |
Smelly Banter
02:55
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Because I'm better than that
And you're better than me
Here it comes
Smelly Banter
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5. |
Your Favorite
02:55
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Would it be too improper if I just stayed in tonight?
I'm not trying to atone, but I guess just waiting 'til it's right
And you can meet my friends someday
I hear you're optimistic, and my lantern's partly blue
But they yellow memory lingers, and my green means I will win you
When I'm done at my desk, we'll go and play
Let's go outside and play
What's your favorite?
What's your favorite?
I know you like to dance, I know you like to dance, I know you like...
And you like movies
So let's write one
The things I read are strange and I like that you don't mind
I'm just trying to be Sinestro, but I'm falling for Indigo
And there's a pirate in your dreams
Going through it all again my review is pretty clear
You're almost always right and there are reasons that you're here
And finally, I'm standing up
Gonna do my best, go get outside and try to be up to scratch
What's your favorite?
What's your favorite?
I know you like to dance, I know you like to dance, I know you like oh-oh-oh-oh
And you like movies
So let's write one
I miss Favorite
I miss Favorite
And now I'm in Raynes Park, I wait for Archie to park, and it's just nostalgia
And you'll come visit
To eat Fillet of Fire, Double Ringer
Yes, Boss
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6. |
Hopes and Fears
02:13
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Hit the light on/I've gotta get up
Children to feed/It's all I need
Lunchtime spent listening to Cub
Streets are mean/And I don't want my babies out there
Sights to see/Corruptive feeds
We don't approve of dyed hair
Beach on weekends/All our covered little faces
No sex/Morality protects
And we're welcomed into God's graces
Our city is sick/Consumed by sin
Our children stuck inside
And did Reverend Jones lie?
Our city is sick/Chewed up by sin
Our Children stuck inside
So whom then do we contact?
Whom then do we contact for the next of kin?
We cry at night/Together all us goodies
All so tired/Where's the fire?
For this shit we were not born ready
Pressure's building up/Chemotherapy bullshit
Blood on my shoe/Dinner table, too
Such a mess I can only spit, I can only spit, I just can't
Our city is sick/Consumed by sin
Our children stuck inside
And did Reverend Jones lie?
Our city is sick/Chewed up by sin
Our children just fucked up inside
So whom then do we contact?
Whom then do we contact for the next of kin?
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In Cold Blood
00:46
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8. |
Garland
02:12
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And now I drag out my tattered little notebook that keeps my scattered thoughts together
I'm sitting, dancing without motion, dreaming without sleep
I'm dragging on the floor, desperate without sound, screaming without voice
I'm laying angry, with no frown, a king with no crown
Loss, I know I have a loss - but I couldn't care less
Loss, I know I have a loss - but I couldn't care less
I've lost something, a deep thing, shows on my face like a bruise on infant skin
A wound I am left with, burning searing, hurting ever so softly
So softly I don't notice, but it's there, it exists
Now I contemplate, or am annoyed with the outcome
I don't want anything/I don't need anything
I don't want change/Or for things to stay the same
I just want nothing/And it pains more than desire/It bothers more than gain
Should I wait?/Or let go?/
A mind so restless/A wish so strong
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
I can see it/I can see it
I can't have it
Loss, I know I have a loss - but I couldn't care less
Loss, I know I have a loss - but I couldn't care less
Loss, I know I have a loss - but I couldn't care less
Loss, I know I have a loss - but I couldn't care less
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9. |
What Is Left
02:44
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I'm falling asleep, in the bunker that is life
I'm falling asleep, in the time now
I'm falling asleep, in the bunker that is life
I'm falling asleep, in the time now
What can I do?
What can I say?
What is left to lose?
What is left to unturn?
I'm falling asleep, in the bunker that is life
I'm falling asleep, in the time now
I'm falling asleep, in the bunker that is life
I'm falling asleep, in the time now
What can I do?
What can I say?
What is left to lose?
What is left to unturn
Tell the time, without telling a lie
Tell the time, without telling a lie
Tell the time, without telling a lie
Tell the time, without telling a lie
What can I do?
What can I say?
There is nothing left to lose
Nothing left to unturn
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10. |
Kelsey Says
02:21
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Kelsey says it was just a Summer's day
I wanna spend it passing time
There is no rhyme, but you like songs, so go and write one down
Kelsey says as she looks into the rearview mirror, she's gonna crash
But not on my watch
She says thanks
He had to come on the motorway just to get here
I think they call it the freeway, or the highway or something, but I don't really care
Once here there was so few things to do, but no complaint was heard
And none of us is Mrs. Powell anymore
Kelsey says as she looks into the rearview mirror, she's gonna run a red!
But not on my watch, she says okay
This is the song because she wants to be Sally, now she's the one riding
Take off your gloves, Rogue, I'm never gonna be in vogue
And I'll never be fun, I'll never be fun
I guess I'll never be fun
I guess I'll never be fun
I guess I'll never be fun
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