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Party for my Friends
02:03
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I am throwing a party for my friends, and you are not invited.
I am throwing a party for my friends, and you will not be there.
You wear the wrong clothes.
You've got a ring in your nose.
You shop at second hand stores, and it shows.
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Rockstar
03:20
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m so afraid you're gonna make me cry
Everyone knows I wanna be a rockstar
But I'm so afraid I'm gonna make you laugh
By putting down on paper my deepest desires
Like tearing the wings off those stick-thin pixies
Who flit around Crescent Street like honey for bees
Put on some clothes dear, before you freeze
You're too sweet for me
I'm so afraid you're gonna make me cry
Everyone knows I wanna be a rockstar
But I'm so afraid I'm gonna make you laugh
By putting down on paper my deepest desires
Like taking the social out of social butterflies
And seeing how well they like life as a moth
Lurking in shadows while praying for light
'Cause they have no life
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Un Peu Plus Intime
03:32
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He said, "It's like a wound, it bleeds."
She said, "Don't be afraid. It's maybe, just un peu plus intime."
Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme
I am an accomplice to deceit
She said, "You're like a skeleton... one step closer to death."
He said, "Don't be afraid. It's maybe, just un peu plus intime."
Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme
I am an accomplice to deceit
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Teach Me
05:06
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The world is full of beautiful people.
Jealous of the beautiful girls,
But I'm just like everybody else.
Why must you be passing fair?
I'm merely passing strange.
Jealous of the musical girls,
But I'm just like everybody else.
The world is full of beautiful people.
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Pissing Games
03:45
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I can't write my name in the snow
I can't shoot it very far
But I don't care to play your academic pissing games
Thighs that are open make hips that are bigger
And that's a good thing
You know there's a hot bod 'neath that thick wool sweater
And that's why you like her, innit?
I can't hold it in for days
It's walnut-sized, some say
But I don't care to play your musical pissing games
Thighs that are open make hips that are bigger
And that's a good thing
You know there's a pretty face 'neath that mess of brown hair
And that's why you like her, innit?
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7. |
We Grow
02:53
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Everybody can be a tree.
You can be my tree,
And we can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.
It is a posture of compassion
And learning to fall gracefully.
We can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.
She told the truth about her Scrabble game.
"I like to play with two other guys."
"You see, there is this one recovering Christian boy.
It's my solemn duty to lead him astray."
We can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.
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I have a hard time waiting for my ship to arrive.
What will it mean?
It won't mean anything to me.
I have a hard time waiting for those pigs to fly.
What will it mean?
It won't mean anything to me.
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Bleeding Hearts
04:51
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Some say you're ugly
No, but you shine
Like a shadow's shadow
Please incubate my egghead
It could put a stop to my madness, yes
We're just a couple of bleeding hearts
Seeping through adjacent paper chests
As we sadden each other to sleep
Don't change your hairstyle
It's precious and you're precious
Ooh I want to ache about you
Ooh I want to ache about you, yeah
We're just (etc.)
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Paxton Gate
05:11
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There's no money for our music
(for art music)
But music is love!
Free love
We're gonna need a bigger house.
Cultivating my unique perspective on the world
Too exquisite for words
Like miniature eggs
And boys kissing boys
We are but children
Problem children, flower children
with children the inevitable consequence of free love
Free love
We're gonna need a bigger house
You were pure as the fresh driven snow
But I was driven
The smell of blood on your fingers...
It's the bedbugs again.
So, I hope you like entomology.
You're a scientist, afterall.
I'm a specimen on display, to be disected and distilled.
Let's experiment in the hay loft
Where we almost fell through the floor
Into somebody's stall
We could have been trampled by hooves,
Had the wind knocked out of our naked chests
But instead suffered only red eyes and shortness of breath.
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