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What's a boy to do?
When you tell your tale And it never fails I just end up feeling bad for you. With your hang-dog eyes You can bring me down Now I'm wrapped around your whole hand Stop looking so surprised. You make it easy (Easy) Make it easy (Easy) I've been burned before You're not fooling me There's no mystery You've forgotten what you're hiding for. Call it self defense You can obfuscate And manipulate But it's only at your own expense. You make it easy (Easy) Make it easy (Easy) Make it easy (Easy) Make it easy (Easy) Easy to be with you Easy to obey Easy to forgive you at the end of the day Easy now to judge you Easy to betray Easy to adore you though you want to run away. It's easy Look what you have done I can do the same Two can play this game You'll no longer be the only one. You make it easy (Easy) Make it easy (Easy) Make it easy (Easy) Easy (Easy) |
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Ever since we said our good-byes
The onion rings, the phone makes me cry Something isn't right Like the Deep Blue without the Great White In the morning open your eyes The waterfalls, the fire flies You're an abacus And my heart was counting on us Your heart's got a heavy load There's still a long way to go Keep your eyes on the road Crescent moon sings me to sleep The birches bark, the willows weep But I lie awake; I'm adrift without a snowflake Your heart's got a heavy load There's still a long way to go Keep your eyes on the road |
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It's the perfect time of year Somewhere far away from here I feel fine enough, I guess Considering everything's a mess There's a restaurant down the street Where hungry people like to eat I could walk but I'll just drive It's colder than it looks outside It's like a dream you try to remember But it's gone Then you try to scream But it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world Beyond your front door Take your time, is the way I rhyme gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take a while Just to try to figure out what all this is for It's the perfect time of day To throw all your cares away Put the sprinkler on the lawn And run through with my gym shorts on Take a drink right from the hose And change into some drier clothes Climb the stairs up to my room Sleep away the afternoon Like a dream you try to remember But it's gone Then you try to scream But it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world Beyond your front door Take your time is the way I rhyme gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take a while Just to try to figure out what all this is for Pinch me, pinch me, cause I'm still asleep Please God tell me that I'm still asleep On an evening such as this It's hard to tell if I exist If I pack the car and leave this town You'll notice that I'm not around I could hide out under there I just made you say "underwear" I could leave but I'll just stay All my stuff's here anyway Like a dream you try to remember But it's gone Then you try to scream But it only comes out as a yawn When you try to see the world Beyond your front door Take your time is the way I rhyme gonna make you smile When you realize that a guy my size might take a while Just to try to figure out what all this is for Pinch me Try to figure out what all this is for Pinch me Try to see the world beyond your front door Pinch me Try to figure out what all this is for |
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| 4:47 |
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Stop, drop and roll and I'll tell you where I'm coming from.
You've done a lot of yelling pointed at my eardrum. I'll offer all of me that you can lay your eyes on. I'll get right back to you once I get my disguise on. Hearts on fire you'll learn End up with heartburn Wind me up, my dear. Had it up to here. Wind it up. I can't believe that you'd believe that I would fake it. Wait, 'less you count the things I said when we were naked. Run, run away from everything we'd ever hoped for. I can't believe that this is what people elope for. Throw your sticks and stones Throw your mobile phone Wind me up, my dear. Had it up to here. Wind it up. If you are leaving then I wish you luck I hope someone can make your heart warm I was a baby when I learnt to suck But you have raised it to an art form. Yes I'm out of line You're out of your mind Wind me up, my dear. Had it up to here. Wind me up, my dear. Had it up to here. Wind it up. |
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| 3:19 |
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| 3:17 |
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It's been one week since you looked at me Cocked your head to one side and said "I'm angry" Five days since you laughed at me saying "get that together, come back and see me" Three days since the living room I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you Yesterday you'd forgiven me But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry Hold it now and watch the hoodwink As I make you stop, think You'll think you're looking at Aquaman I summon fish to the dish, Although I like the Chalet Suisse And I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes Big like LeAnn Rimes because I'm all about value Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but i bust through Gonna make a break and take a fake I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours Gotta see the show cause then you'll know The vertigo is gonna grow 'Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad Tryin hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? well you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of takin off my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said "You're crazy" Five days since you tackled me I've still got the rug burns on both my knees It's been three days since the afternoon You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday you'd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry Chickety china, the chinese chicken Have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin' Watchin X-Files with no lights on, We're dans la maison I hope the smoking man's in this one Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic Like Sting I'm tantric like Snickers guaranteed to satisfy Like Kurasawa I make mad films Okay I don't make films but if I did they'd have a Samurai Gonna get a set a' better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my irons aren't always flying off the backswing Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon 'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes that make me think the wrong thing. How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad Tryin hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? You soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to your sides and said "I'm sorry" Five days since I laughed at you and said "You just did just what I thought you were gonna do" Three days since the living room We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me 'Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry Still be two days till we say we're sorry Still be two days till we say we're sorry Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie |
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