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I Laugh at Everything
02:05
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i laugh at everything that you say
it's true i believe anything
the jokes are off but i can't complain
simply naive just like a baby
but i'm just trying to eat your heart
don't your put up those hands
i'm all smiles the backseat of the bar
trying not to squint but trying too hard
she smirks and laughs with a nightly drink
she has no clue, just like a baby
and when she's done with me she kick me to the curb
i'm just her jacket and i'm full of dirt
don't just stand there try and be curt
cause i'm just trying to eat your heart
don't you put up those hands
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i'm gonna be your bandage
kiss your body's blisters
i said...
replace me at anytime
when you're tired
or when i'm old
i'm gonna be your suitor
tucked in a tuxedo
i said...
return me at anytime
when you're tired
or when i'm old
i'm gonna be your curtain
shade you from the sun
i said...
take me down whenever
when you're tired
or when i'm old
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Cornersong
03:51
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out on the corner for a candy bar
just another saturday night
out on the corner for something sweet
pining for your looks, hoping we'll meet
and i'm not your routine lover, just down on my luck
can't buy a date, without a buck
out on the corner, out on them streets
out on the corner
when will that day ever come
when i want you back
when will that day ever come
when i start to unpack
cause this love is a world war
attack, retreat, fade off to black
baby i'm bruised
it's a catch-22
out on the corner, out on them streets
out on the corner
put on your best dress
i tell you on the phone
the one that sparkles
all silver and chrome
and i mean it this time
yeah i mean it this time
out on the corner
out on them streets
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laura walks in traffic when she sees you
laura remembers your name
she talks about the tunes she's into
you're trying to keep up
a few weeks later she's in love
a few weeks more you've given up
and the only reason is a godsend
i tell my former lovers you're a terrible friend
jasper just wants one more drag
jasper says he'll pay for the cab
he talks about the swimsuit issue
you're just trying to keep up
a few weeks later he's in love
a few weeks more you've given up
he leaves you in the rain
stale cigarettes without your lighter
he's still hoping you'll become
that champion prizefight
and the only reason is a godsend
i tell my former loves you're a terrible friend
yeah i'm lonely on a monday night
coming down from a frightening high
and i'm wishing i could hear you
but i'm afraid of your reply
and the only reason is a godsend
i tell my former lovers you're a terrible friend
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you take your time buried in the fight
like a farmer's boy chasing butterflies
it's not their fault they can fly away from here
and i'm looking down at empty hands again
as a honest boy i kept it in
full of doubts living in sin
keep the lamp on at night
fight off the thoughts
of running away to a foreign bed
again
and i know sometimes it's wrong
to be stuck in here so long
you take your time steady in the night
like an honest song chasing off daylight
it's not their fault they got their bags packed
ready at the dime
and i'm looking for a reason to stay
whoa
and i know sometimes it's wrong
to be stuck in here so long
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6. |
1997
03:03
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is it too song to write a song for you
cause when i'm falling in love
i don't know what else to do
yeah she's lodged in my head
with the strength of a hundred-thousand-million
and i can't go to sleep
no i can't give pause
to what's hiding in her bedside drawers
and if i never make any sense
if it comes with a couple of dents
no i never had the courage
never had the means
to tell you all the details
the mundane things
so i'll speak in clues
let me speak in clues
is it too soon to write a song for you...
yeah you wanna daydream, dream to come true
you wanna hold the strings, the strings of a fool
i can feel your breathing
i can hear your sigh
holy misery when we wonder why
and i'll throw you on my back
yeah, i carry all your weight
like the american man i made you believe i am
but you'll leave it alone
leave it alone and let me wonder why
is it too song to write a song for you...
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7. |
Saturday City Lights
03:15
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the bar near the highway
where the freaks show up
even at a certain age
they get tired of acting tough
saturday city lights bringing me down again
when i leave
it's always bloody and too soon
tell it to the fools who'll listen
tell it to the moon
all your worries
all your thoughts of a kingdom crude
tell it to...
fifty miles east
there's a woman calling me
telling me what i wanna hear
with a sorta drunken sneer
saturday city lights bringing me down again
keeping me away
from the town and all her friends
the streets are so empty
i'm only hitting pale dead ends
saturday city lights...
when i leave...
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8. |
Season's Change
04:17
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smell of air, it feels like rain
her feelings, like seasons, change
told you i'd come around
maybe i'll stay
her feelings, like children, sway
and i couldn't see what i was stepping into
no i couldn't...
it fills the air, that smell of rain
i hear her, against the windowpane
if i come around
i won't say
in too deep, so now i'll rearrange
and i couldn't see what i was stepping into
no i couldn't...
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The Widowers Chicago, Illinois
an alternative rock band that writes distorted love letters
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