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| 2. |
| 3:09 | 
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Tell me where you are
And I will jump into my car I won't slow down until you're in it I'm going to go faster than the limit My car is warm when the heat is on But I'm going to roll the windows down Till my hands are frozen to the wheel 'Cause I don't care about cold, I just care about you You When you're in my bucket seat You can put on your favorite mp3 Pirated music for a pirate trip We're going to give the whole world the slip We'll take photographs and never Pick them up when they're developed We'll drive away knowing in some One-hour photo someone's staring at us When you're in my bucket seat You can put on your favorite mp3 Pirated music for a pirate trip We're going to give the whole world the slip I only care about you You I only care about you You |
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| 3. |
| 5:05 |
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You corner like a miracle car
Everywhere I look you are Above the earth, below the stars I'd call this love if I could see that far Wrapped up in your plastic suit Dancing in your rubber boots Don't you know you can pollute me? Pollute me You spin me like a merry-go-round Always up, always down Definately silence, definately sound Hundred percent, pound for pound Sheets of solid green velour Mirrored ceilings, mirrored floor Don't you know I've been waiting for you To pollute me Your slasher film, you terrify Your love story, you death-defy Your shoot-'em-up, your cold drive-by You're a tragedy, laugh till I cry Sense-surround porno queen High-definition poetry And I only want to screen you So pollute me |
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| 4. |
| 4:04 |
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| 5. |
| 3:17 |
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Satellite dishes stretch across the countryside
We stand up dazed as TV culture multiplies Politicians glide us through this sound-byte age of video Things always seem much better when you see them on a camcorder super slow-mo No sensation, what sensation is this, a conversation To feel your body move is a cryptic, morse code realization An incantation, each imperceptible collision Through every ripple of electromagnetism Molecules stretch from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you With the clouds above our heads we rise upward a skyscraper My eyes, a telescope and a five-dollar observation tower I watch you speak but I can't hear your voice above the wind It's strange to be outside without the static blur of television Understand and dreaming of a softened landing Followed by feet on the ground, still standing I can't communicate this condensed and heightened state Of satiation and each time I'm singing myself to sleep You're taking me back to beyond concentration Molecules stretch from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you 37.6 KBps, faster than the speed of thought These laptop outpost strands, the wireless web the future bought But my face goes dark now, it means I'm just saving energy but still staring out Waiting for your fingertips to scream hello with a typewritten shout And you're pulling me closer with a modem cord I can hear your voice, feel your breath as I move from word to word But we never even had a choice To be anywhere but here in the middle of the noise Where molecules have always stretched From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you From me to you, from me to you |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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Call me afraid, you can call me a coward
Call me a sucker, say I'm just like a flower That's trampled underneath your boots as you Walk over everything in your path Tell me I'm brave, you can call me a hero Say that I'm special, just like passenger zero Settling slow into my window seat To places I've never been Don't look that way I didn't mean to hurt you Don't look that way Just smile for the camera Section off my world, limit my movement Cut off all escape, you can leave me in ruin Just know the smallest space you leave me Will be enough room to keep me alive Promise me success, you can promise me freedom Say that with one word, I can cut off the bleeding Don't look that way I didn't mean to hurt you Don't look that way Just smile for the camera Call me afraid, you can call me a coward Call me a sucker, say I'm just like a flower That's trampled underneath your boots as you Walk over everything in your path |
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| 3:09 |
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Ride 'em mower with my Walkman on
On a football field-sized lawn Listening to my favorite song, I'm singing Probably out of tune But I might as well be on the moon One small step for me And a smaller step for mankind Fill the sprinkler systems up With gasoline, suburbia Is on fire, set the children free Our parents are forming a bucket brigade In the pools we've got it made She's got on her bikini Her legs are wrapping around me As my eyes fill with chlorine I can see her smiling down at me Fill the water supply up With gasoline, suburbia Is on fire, set the children free Like the copters pulling in the National Guard We just didn't want to rake the yards Growing older shouldn't be so hard They're taking into evidence our record collections They're trying to make connections Should take a look at their own reflections We are filling up their coffee cups With gasoline, suburbia Is on fire, set the children free |
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| 8. |
| 3:08 |
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I am here
You are here We are here They are here Everyone is everywhere No one is nowhere We're all somewhere There is no out there You are here You are here. Somewhere a man sits alone in his car Propped up on concrete blocks in the back of his yard It doesn't drive but it's got a fresh battery And the radio works, it's on one-oh-two-three (102.3) The female DJ is introducing a track, She's saying this one goes out to the long commute back And then the song starts, she turns off the microphone And she says to herself, is anybody listening? And I am here You are here We are here They are here Everyone is everywhere No one is nowhere We're all somewhere There is no out there You are here Across the street there's a little girl Face pressed against the window staring out at the world She sees an airplane way up in the air She thinks that's so small, could get caught in my hair Just then the stewardess on the plane Says everybody feel free to lower your trays And the captain starts to move about the cabin Alright I am here You are here We are here They are here Everyone is everywhere No one is nowhere We're all somewhere There is no out there You are here I like to count the people across the street In their environment, just watching MTV Some tired excuse, oh it's sad to say we're all Staring at the same thing, ten feet away Break it down You are here You are here I am here You are here We are here They are here Everyone is everywhere No one is nowhere We're all somewhere There is no out there You are here. |
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| 9. |
| 5:09 |
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I want to touch you in your cubicle
I want to touch you in your space I know it's not your home But since we never get to see our homes anymore Let's not waste any more time I want to take you on a date to the copy room We'll kiss by the fax machine After dinner, drinks at the water cooler Walk hand and hand down the hallway in between All the cubicles and if it goes well, you'll ask me in You'll say, "Sorry it's such a mess," with a grin And you'll turn off your lamp and your fluorescent light And you'll pull me under the desk for the night And when I wake up with a post-it note stuck to my face And the carpet burn taste in my mouth I'll say I want to write a cubicle love song 'cause a Cubicle love song will give us all something to sing along to While we try to get through Work our bosses are told by their bosses To tell us to do to avoid losses and layoffs You know we're all holding out for stock-option payoffs Or at least box seats to the playoffs Retirement is such a long way off What are we so afraid of? Let's get out of here Let's get out of here |
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| 10. |
| 3:23 |
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| 11. |
| 5:26 |
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I need satellite imagery
Reconnaissance ability Intelligence gathered for me Agents in the field, reporting in But all you have given me Is the weather center on channel three I'm going off the edge of a cliff Waiting for a complete stop I never see the accidents Only see the wreckage I need advanced word of what's ahead Computer simulation modeling 3-D image technology Infrared capabilities But all you have given me Is the radio and this TV I'm going off the edge of a cliff Waiting for a complete stop I never see the impact Only see the flames Promise me That I won't be A casualty A casualty Here it comes Here it comes Here it comes A casualty |
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| 5:08 |
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