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I told my brother to stay away from you
You would corrupt him and turn him blue
I gotta talk to you
No one else in whole wide world will do
About the birds and the bees all splitting into teams all splitting at their seams because you will not talk to me
They call you hotness at work
That is much more than you're worth
And you are worth quite a lot
When you're productive, you're quite hot
You think I'm angry but I'm not I just want to talk to you
You were my first sip
Of hot chocolate
You burnt my tongue babe
Now I'm blue
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Bad production low concentration
At this again
Doctor's bad, he's solemn
You take a pillow and bawl in
And you do evenly well
I'm picking myself up by my own ears again
If I murder me
If I have died, I'm sorry I tried
Stubborn symptom, simple humanistic cure
Is failing, my leather laces are untied
Inside of my sticky fists which I pull real high
That feeling of the strand cutting open my hand
Oh, my open hand, my open hand
I'm sorry again
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Object Of The Game
02:44
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Nobody's rooting for us anymore
Nobody's rooting or writing reports
On the butcher I love
Or the catholic nuns who he cuts for
I wonder what we all are waiting for
For winter or when
We're gone with the wind
I wondered as a kid
Can't be the only person who did
Mothers of footballers and delinquents
When they all come down
There's no coincidence that I write this
Asking what the object of the game is
What do we win by hanging in
What do we stand to win
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PROLOGUE
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(...)
I
I would've given you the world if you had asked me
(I like to be unkind)
I would never do a thing to hurt you baby please believe me
(Serially unkind)
Still I know that I'm not the one for you
And I know that you're not the one for me
II
(I like to be on time)
(With you I'm always behind!)
III
(I do not like to lie)
(I've bigger fish to fry)
IV
I wanna do something real harmful but I won't dare
Like stick your friends in a nasty plastic brassiere
Still, I know that I'm not the one for you
And I know that you're not the one for me
FIN
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Close the door
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Hissing neighbor, don't ever come back
I adored your door but want it closed
Like you had it last year, I adored you then
But still have ears, I can hear
Still can hear you hissing
Still can hear you hissing all the god damned time
Oh, hissing neighbor... !!
HIssing neighbor don't ever come back
I adored your daughter when she screamed much louder than you
I adored you then but now that's through I still can't hear
Can't hear myself thinking
Still can't hear myself think and it's bringing me down
Oh, hissing neighbor ... (!) ??!
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I don’t know who I’m talking to or if you’re there at all
But the longer I say nothing, the less there is to say
There are moments i get angry, and believe I done no wrong
like leapin’ in a thornbush thinking nothing can go wrong //
i recall a time of excess in a pale blue light of dawn
and a streetlight and an aching sense of something to regret
i think I smell a rat, you said, and vanished from my sight
but it can’t be that bad, i think, bein’ by my side
The lightness and the light, the times you left me and came back
The way you held me close
Whispered words
Tell me I was yours
If I had a way to stop myself from writing you this song
I don’t know if I would or if I need something from you
There is nothing left to ask, there should be nothing to repay
all the red light, all the grief, and all the poison washed away
I’d still like to have you listen up when I’m makin a sound
While I’m trying to remember what it felt like to be strong
A silence once surrounded me, a sky lost of its color
and I waited for the accident, now oh joy, it has come
The lightness and the light, the times you left me and came back
The way you held me close
Whispered words
Tell me I was yours
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Just because they tell you to grow up
Doesn't mean that you oughta grow up
It's not that good and lots of money
Trips to blood bank
And the people who take you there ask for 300 a month
At least that's what they're askin you: 300 a month
Pretty soon it's different: 500 a month
And that's just for now pretty soon it's a million a month
And just because they tell you to throw up
Doesn't mean that you oughta throw right up
It's not good for your ailing body
Trips to the bank
And the people who take you there
Ask you what have you done
At least that's what they're asking you now:
What have you done
Pretty soon they got you asking it
What have I done
Now it's your question too
What have I done
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...
I don't know
Why don't we rob a bank
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Smuggler
00:46
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Smuggling drugs over your head
9 feet into the air
I had a dream that I could remain unseen
That ain't fair
I think better, more easily now
you're not around there's no one
to dictate what I should sound like
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