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| 1. |
| 3:31 | 
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Is this the place that I want to be
Is it you who I want to see Holding on, hold it high, show me everything And you're leaving me, yeah you're leaving me you're leaving me with a hated identity But I keep on a comin' here and standing in this state And I'm never really sure if you'll take what I'm saying the right way But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal pocket play Is as discreet as I can muster up to be Because the Cadillac that's sittin' in the back It isn't me Oh, no, no, no it isn't me I'm more at home in my galaxie Can I do the things I wanna do That I don't do because of you And I'll take a left and I'll second guess into a total mess And you're leaving me And you're leaving me you're leaving me with a hated identity No no no no it isn't me No no no no it isn't me No it isn't me I'm more at home in my galaxie |
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| 2. |
| 4:01 |
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I'm talkin' to myself more
Needle, fetal Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me And you see that synthetic therapy Don't you know it seems to be so unappealing But, oh what a feeling But I wish that you would stop spitting when you're talking to me And inside, air dry I might want to go another way But you see now I'm too pale to get out Into the lovely light of day Oh, I'll do anything that you say Oh, I'll do anything that you say But I wish you would stop spitting when you're talking to me I'm talkin' to myself more |
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| 3. |
| 3:16 |
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Is it the way you're speakin'
Is it because I'm peakin' Twistin' your face, thumb in hand, but you Gotta have your own space to play in A collection of glass chickens Oh Vernie, what a garden you have Maybe its the snuff under your lip Or maybe caramel cake covered in Christmas Oh a flower you are to my land, but I No I cannot deny the beauty If I had a heart I would want it to be like Vernie's Oh what a heart that she has Roaming through the cupboard jar of pickles never opened since 1983 Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle Singing gallantly I wish I could be A little more like Vernie Oh, I wanna be I wanna be a little more like Vernie |
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| 4. |
| 1:58 |
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I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin
I'll make a lampshade of durable skin And oh, don't you know that I'm always feelin' able When I'm sittin' home and I'm carvin' out your naval I'm just sittin' here carvin' out your navel When will I realize that this skin I'm in Hey, it isn't mine And when will the kill be too much meat for me to hide on Hey, I could really use a couple of hands To complete one hell of a plant stand Oh, don't you know that I'm caught here in the middle Making rib cages into coffee tables I'm just makin' em into coffee tables And when will I realize that this skin I'm in Hey, it isn't mine And when will the thrill be too much meat for me to find anymore Oh, because you know I can't hide But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in, oh yeah And though you know I can't hide But oh how hard I try But this is just the shape I'm in |
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| 5. |
| 3:07 |
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Doesn't anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed And all these healers should be healed So all these beggers can be filled Now tell me why am I to lie If I'm holding firm and feel the right to lie down beside this dog of mine And let that perverted though really run through my mind I'd scrape my toes across the floor This day's the same as those before And though inside I'm feeling giddy Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded door So now I'll take a little glue I'll put together a new glittered room for you So I can start sitting so pretty Instead of sitting here not seein' clear Just sitting here not fittin' here No things ain't fittin' here I'll just lay my head down beside this God of mine And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind And if I can't lay my head beside this God of mine Maybe the Hunter's dog called God Could be my friend in time |
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| 6. |
| 2:48 |
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Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good When things behing the smiles ain't okay Around and over and in-between the seas I need to be on top of a mountain Where I can be see everything Cause this paranoia's getting old Now as I open my eyes to start another day I'm in a pile of puke Empty bag of execuses My love for friends and family you know I need them And under a sun that's seen it all before My feet are so cold And I can't believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them Gonna take a breath and try again. |
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| 7. |
| 3:41 |
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New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms. Onassis, decay on display I don't want to go down I don't want to go down I don't want to go down - like she did And I can't understand why something good's got to die before we miss it Mumbled talk through pigeon park And Hastings is wasting away religiously they seem to sin Buy, sell or trade for amens I just don't want to feel I just don't want to feel I just don't want to feel - like they feel Hollow body for sound, trade a coat for a gown Way up in my arms you know I love you just a little bit more Raisin' nose down to chin Smoke after smoke they all trickle in Anything, for anything, and ending up with nothing Simple pimpled young man Sores all over his hands He's sleeping, not so silently I'll mop the floors for you all I'm a fly on the wall Really big and listening Burned a hand of a friend of mine And Bub I know that you could fly a mile high You told me nothing's ever gonna come between Nothing's ever gonna come between Nothing's ever gonna come between My dumptruck and me |
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| 8. |
| 2:43 |
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Why Mom, I thought I was your soldier
My brother sits by me Buckled into the carseat Feel the thirst, it's time for pulling over Into the truckstop on my daddy's shoulder Out back where they plant all the trees ten feet away my daddy buries me GOD'S PRESENTS If my path be smooth or rugged If with thorns or roses strewn Where I go the Father seeith And He will leave me not alone If I take the wings of morning far within the giant sea Even there His hand will leave me Even there my God will be Though the gloom of night be round me Though I cannot see my way Yet the Lord will see and guide me Because unto Him the night is day If my thought are good or evil Set me think to hide them not there is one above all seeing And He beholdth every thought And ever more my eyes beholds me And all my ways to Him are known And His loving arms enfolds me He will leave me not alone |
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| 9. |
| 2:31 |
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Hair raising shake you're much too late
you should have jumped a couple of cars before Now if I may I'll walk away I'm selling Silly Putty door to door And up on the shelf it seems to help If I can keep a little bit of disease As its feeding on me You see it's bringing me to my knees As we all wilt Watching you wilt Come right away and help me bathe away the filthy feeling, frigid and cold Biting my nails to the fairy tales About the magic monkey's total control See I got Indian Ken and his fleabag friends With their buckets full of elephant ears And he's breathing on me His breath is bringing me to my knees As we all wilt Watching you wilt Pea green the feeling |
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| 10. |
| 3:37 |
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Out here in nothin' engulfed by the sea
And there's no one here 'cept these fishes and me I think I could die here Then I'm hit, leveled hard by the rising tide Oh, I'm hit hard by the tide, I'm just livid, All alone Sunny, so funny, not funny to me because, I'm bearing the scars from it burning on me But I feel so revived, just sittin', here thinkin' Then I'm hit hard, really hard by the tide I'm hit hard by the tide, I'm just livid And I'm livin' Yeah, I'm hit hard by the tide I'm livid, livid Hard by the tide I'm livin' |
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| 11. |
| 4:12 |
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Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sells the rubbish to me But if I could buy the sky that's hangin' Over this bed of mine If I could climb these vines And maybe see what you're seein' If you were standing on the corner staring straight Into the eyes of Jesus Christ One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots I don't know if they belong to me But if I could buy the sky that's hangin' Over this bed of mine And if I could climb these vines and maybe see what you're seein' Sittin' at the edge of this building, Twenty stories below, A' twenty stories below Twenty stories below Twenty stories below I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat, And viewed my life today, but I can tell you I don't think that I can find easier way So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand With a three armed man, you know I'll understand But you should have been in my shoes yesterday You should have been in my shoes yesterday |
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| 12. |
| 3:36 |
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Suddenly everyting is fainting
Falling from a broken ladder's rung There's a jolt exhilarating from the phone I'm holding I hear the words of what I'll become How eager the hands that reach for love 'Cause now there's a new life to behold And its the biggest part of my life to unfold 'Cause now she's telling me she'll have my baby And a faithful father I am to be When I'm looking into the eyes of our own baby Will it bring new life into me? Deep inside must defy arrangement I've been a stumblin' from the startin' blocks 'til now And I'll always try to justify the way I've been behaving Should I teach one not to know how? How to live in a world we live in now 'Cause there's a beautiful life to behold And its the biggest part of my life to unfold 'Cause now she's telling me she'll have my baby And a father figure I am to be When I'm looking into the eyes of our own baby Will it bring new life into me? Oh please Oh please Oh please Bring new life Bring new life Bring new life into me |
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| 13. |
| 3:35 |
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Mouthful of cavities
Your souls a bowl of jokes And everyday you remind me How I'm desperately in need See, I got a lot of fiends around And they're peaking through nothing new They see you They see everything you do See everything on the inside, out Oh, please give me a little more And I'll push away those baby blues Cause one of these days this will die So will me and so will you I write a letter to a friend of mine I tell him how much I used to love watch him smile See I haven't seen him smile in a little while Haven't seen him smile in a little while But, I know you're laughing from the inside out Laughin' from the inside out I know you're laughing from the inside out Laughing from the inside From the inside From the inside From the inside From the inside out |
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| 14. |
| 3:37 |
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There's such a thing as self opinion
And this far down South I have no self-control If anbody else feels like a nobody Well then your gonna have to look out for you I'll colour green verything believed in But I keep screaming for my glass of lemonade I walk around and it feels good to be movin' The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be found Jump on the trolley that's headed for all the hollering And then you're gonna have to look out for you In desperate need of a little more religion To nurse your God like point of view Fool on the sheetroof you gotta lay down in your ruins The river flowin' by, is way too big to bound If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut Oh, how nice to have avoided you I'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeing But I keep screaming for that glass of lemonade Too much, too much, too much Lemonade |
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