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2. |
Virginia
03:44
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And when you try to come around
I won’t be waiting by the door
My phone is ringing off the hook
With those you think are probably crooks
Its been killing me lately, you need to find out
That I’m so unhappy with how this turned out
Cause I’m on the east coast and you’re down south
I’m asking you baby to give me an out
Don’t bring that boom box to my lawn
Because I’ve left and will stay gone
To a bar where I will not pay
I won’t be home for days and days
Its been killing me lately, you need to find out
That I’m so unhappy with how this turned out
Cause I’m on the east coast and you’re down south
I’m asking you baby to give me an out
[repeat]
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3. |
♥
03:22
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Saw the west on a train
And the east coast by plane
Where went you’d complain
said ‘it was all the same.’
What you said was so toxic
Burned my eyes out their sockets
Shoved my hands into pockets and I
Wanted nothing from you
If we can’t feel the same
then go ahead and
Let go of my hand
If we can’t feel the same
Then what’s the point of try'na be sane
Let go of my hand
If we can’t feel the same
Then you can see the west coast by train
And say whatever the hell you want.
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4. |
Song and Dance
04:50
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I am a sucker for your sore eyes
When you come looking I’m a dead man
I can’t deny those advances
With the hands and the romantics
And I can hear now what you’re saying
But you still go and call him ‘baby’
I’m a slave to all your calls and glances
So we’re stuck all these songs and dances
One more kiss around the corner
Run and hide look for cover
Where is the man who adores her?
Asking ‘round ‘where’s my lover?’
And I can hear now what you’re saying
But you still go and call him ‘baby’
I’m a slave to all your calls and glances
So we’re stuck all these songs and dances
Call me so late
I won’t hesitate
Love me but you say
Please wait I cannot stay
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5. |
You're Not From Burbank
04:17
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What are you drinking?
Can I get you somethin’ with ice?
How bout a ciggerette?
And we can go step outside
Because the weather’s nice
I want to talk with you all night
If that’s all right
Did I mention you look nice
It’s three AM and we’re not tired
The way things are lookin’ we’ll just retire to your bed
And that’s okay if it’s okay that I like you
Cause you’ve got a boy and I guess he won’t be in your head
Here’s another
Shot to throw back
Pour another
I’ll do it if you do
We’ll have each other
When the others go pass out
How bout a ciggerette
We can go step outside
It’s three AM and we’re not tired
The way things are lookin’ we’ll just retire to your bed
And that’s okay if it’s okay that I like you
Cause you’ve got a boy and I guess he won’t be in your head
Am I just drunk and picturing
That this is going well between
You are so nice but could use ice
In that red cup oh my I’ve spilled
It’s three AM and I’m not tired
The way things are lookin we’ll just retired to your bed
And that’s okay but not okay that I like you
Cause you’ve got a boy and I guess
he’s still stuck in your head
Still stuck in your head
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6. |
[insert emotion here]
02:40
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"It just takes one thing, one tiny little offense and it can snowball
And that's when you find out that that pretty little girl you married isn't a pretty little girl at all, No...
A man-eater, the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink.
So much so that, by the end of that relationship, I honestly don't know who I hated more -- her or me?
I used to sit around and wonder why our friends weren't trying to destroy each other, like we were.
And here, it turns out, the answer's pretty simple:
They weren't unhappy. We were"
Dr. Cox
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7. |
Texas
03:40
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Waiting on you to decide
Cause Texas is a different state
I guess it’s just too far to drive
You’ll never come down to this place
She said, “I’m just confused
'bout what I should do
But I guess I’ll visit soon”
Late nights talks on the phone
Fewer and fewer they seem
I guess I should have known
That you’re livin’ a different dream
I said, “I’m just confused
'bout what we should do
But I guess you’ll visit soon”
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8. |
Dilettante
02:33
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I’ve been wasting away watching TV shows and drinking
And I still remember the day when you sent the text “we’re through” while I was gone
You’ve been dancing away at all the bars while all the boys sing you songs
And you still try to say that you love and breathe all things Kurt Cobain
Remember that time we went to that show and all you said was “lets go home”
The next day you wore my shirt to impress the guy who helped you in some class
So what if I call you out? Lets be fair, you’re not that great at acting
And if I may speak the truth, I can’t stand the thought of you so happy
So call me out cause I don’t give a damn
You’re wrong about Cobain and Pearl Jam
So what’s the beef you have?
You said ‘I’ve moved along’
So call me out cause I don’t give a damn
You’re wrong about Cobain and Pearl Jam
So what’s the beef you have?
You said ‘I’ve moved along’
(She said "I'm just confused bout what I should do but I guess I'll visit soon)
(I said "I'm just confused 'bout what we should do but I guess you'll visit soon)
(She didn't tel the truth)
Dilettante.
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