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(Punk) Walking
02:10
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celebration of one
i'm dancing
in the light
i'm surrounded
i'm walking
through your light
it glimmers on
it shines on
it glimmers on
it shines
how it glimmers
i'm talking about your life
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Off-kilter
02:18
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it was a little off-kilter, a little off key
but i still remember those words you said to me
you sounded like a parent
you sounded so deranged
made me forget those perfect noises
you had once made
and nobody drinks the coffee you made
at 7 a.m. on a thanksgiving day
you're a fool for solitude
yeah the wind's blowing
but the sun's still rude
please excuse my rambles
my worries and concerns
you saw me as a teacher
and the teacher still learns
and reads and says obnoxious things
but i digress
when you fall, when you fail
hit the medicine pail
the sun's peeking under a blanket
it's winter again and you can't take it
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Dammit Draper
02:58
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i'm only good at saying goodbyes
and i've broken your heart a couple of times
scotch, cigarettes; a nickle to a dime
any little thing to swallow your pride
why can't you look at me in the eyes
selling lies, i've driven this road a couple of times
scotch, leave the ice
my youngest child cries
any little thing to swallow your pride
why can't you look at me in the eyes
on the avenue with the bright street lights
any little thing to keep her eyes
i'll bask in her scoffs, shudders and cries
any little thing to swallow your pride
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All But Gone
03:32
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when you pushed me down
sat me in my red chair
i looked dumb
staring at your curly hair
stroking the back of your neck
some european romantic
and i strummed my detuned guitar
in my underwear
those days they're all but gone
i stayed locked in my room
i could hear your banter
then i heard your friends ranting
about my records and all my mistakes
then i grabbed a hammer
imagine how i break his face
those days they're all but gone
i wrote a few love songs
some on dying men
when i start a conversation with women
i don't know where to begin
they start laughing then it ends
they start laughing then it ends
there it is
and i leave once, you know i'll never come back
and if i did, i'd be as nervous as a hungry rat
i don't ever wanna be compared
to a scoundrel looking for food
i don't ever wanna be a vagrant
a vagrant like you
those days they're all but gone
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Punks
04:11
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take that grin off your mouth
i got a couple of words
a heart full of doubt
but i'm man enough
to tell you when i'm through
i've been under the highway
jumped back and forth
between the sheets and i.o.u.s
and i'm paying for it
in pennies and melodies
they call this a city
i call it a maze
full of fresh geeks
in worn out shirts
and it keeps going
till you forget your age
we're all imaginary punks
with big old dreams
and it's a shame
our heads haven't exploded yet
do you remember the time
we talked about our dreams
laughing at the useless things
and you told me to tell you
when i would give up
do you remember the time
we talked about our dreams
laughing at the useless things
and you told me to tell you
when we're older, love
now we're older, love
we're all imaginary punks
with big old dreams
and it's a shame
our heads haven't exploded yet
don't you want to know
when i'll give up
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7. |
Hill of Beans
03:39
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nervous habit, i pick you apart
nervous habit, i got no self-control
nervous habit, i'm telling the guys
nervous habit, it's eating at my soul
people pleaser, i constantly smile
people pleaser, i'm avoiding arguments
picking battles, write down the rest
prepare for a war, i put up a fence
i'll never tell you what's on my mind
me, i'm just standing on a hill of beans
you back up your blues with tales from old time
i can hear it all the way to the checkout line
when no one cares for the secrets you're spinning
do what the locals do, tell it to someone new
2,4,6,8,10,11,12
they say that's the number of circles in hell
your guess is as good as mine
you're practically a gold mine
aware of your self-confidence
and grown men keep drooling because you're well-dressed
because you're well...
i'll never tell you what's on my mind
me, i'm just standing on a hill of beans
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