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Dog Years
03:19
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i wanna count it out in dog years
i wanna wear it inside-out
i was such a pretty mess
with your belt around my neck
i'm never gonna live this down...
i never wanna meet my neighbors
i don't think they know who I am
'cause every time we call the cops
they just kiss and laugh it off
we'll sleep through it if we can
no one tells me anything
anything at all
i wanna have another new year's
i want my old halloween mask
birthday gifts you gave to me
a broken record christmas eve
i never wanna take it back
no one tells me anything
anything at all
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florence was a nesting doll
always trying to fit inside of someone else
she's too afraid to go in the basement by herself
florence was a nesting doll
such a little letterbomb
with her fingernails dug deep into my wrist
she couldn't kiss me without biting on my lip
such a little letterbomb
it takes a steady hand to draw
reaching underneath the table for my knee
a victim of a crime of opportunity
it takes a steady hand to draw
florence was a nesting doll
fawning over every wig up on the shelf
i guess her silence was an answer in itself
florence was a nesting doll
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3. |
Stay Blonde
03:25
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all i see
when i close my eyes
are your white teeth
in a crooked smile
and i plead
couldn't you stay blonde for me?
some merit badge
the bruise you left
a breadcrumb trail
around my neck
no fever dreams
say you things you don't really mean
i want to be the hardest candy
you wanted to be tall
i want to have the things that should've been mine all along
an angel and a devil on each shoulder
just to keep me company
couldn't you stay blonde for me?
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4. |
Sophomore Slump
03:52
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will I make a wish
for years again, then trade it all back in?
for wedding cake, pink lemonade, incense?
like citronella candles, we were lit.
on my life
i shoot when i see the whites of your eyes
when winter days keep you and i inside
sometimes it just feels good to twist the knife
and no one knows why
and if i could
i’d listen to your voice read the phonebook
replace the leaves on every branch i shook
i think it might be time to hang it up
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5. |
Post-Valentine
02:59
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one, two, three windows open
you're facing the street and i'm standing frozen
you're looking at me and I don't know why
with all these crib notes I've written
from candy hearts you shoplifted
discounted post valentine's
she said she faked when she came
all the gasping and screaming his name
some best actress every other night
but in florida, the grass was greener
the water is chemically treated
she loved me and coughed up a smile
it's the hotel, the elevator
i'm screaming at my taxi driver
red wine stains on my suit and tie
"yeah, they're tan but i but they're not happy
no, they're all dying from something
some cancer eating their insides"
and there's no concierge where you're going
just sit right back down
try and enjoy this show
and just forget why you came here after all
the things i tried to erase
sting a little bit sharper with each smiling face
just forget why we came here after all
so the a/c's busted
but i find the tile floor to be quite pleasant
you're looking at me and I don't know why
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6. |
Virginia
04:12
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virginia - the people's champion '92
the whole world hides from you
but what can you do?
the dawn of a golden age of suffering
he loves you, doesn't he?
but what does it mean?
and no one ever told her
the weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
a spine that stands so quietly
a perfume that still lingers and reminds me
that she's gone
a handshake, laid out like a welcome mat
hanging on her victory lap
and what of that?
virginia - in letters cut from magazines
it's written in my blood like ink
but what will they think?
and no one ever told her
the weight of our world rests upon her shoulders
a spine that stands so quietly
a perfume that still lingers and reminds me
that she's gone
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7. |
Lives In New York
02:16
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went crawling down the hallway to my hotel room
re-opened some old wounds
you're picking at my buttons, tugging at my boots
it's so easy for you
she lives in new york
she knows how to wait
she's on a mission, like always
the words she typed were kitchen knives stuck in my back
the best I ever had
for every kiss of lipstick on your cigarette
we turn in to the crash
all dust and ash
she lives in new york
she knows how to wait
she's on a mission, like always
she lives in new york
she's got her ice in her veins
two strikes against her, like always
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8. |
B.Y.O.P.
02:35
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i hung up the gloves
the day be your own pet broke up
and wondered if you knew
an army of white girls
dressed like jemina pearl
steps in time with you
no one ever told me how unlucky i was
the peroxide in your hair
and your hundred-yard stare
made the world your joke
the lips that kissed me raw
were wrapped around a straw
rail whiskey, diet coke
no one ever told me how unlucky i was
i was over you when the long blondes were through
i was just nineteen
sometimes i miss our talks
and the switchblade in your sock
and your chlorine stink
no one ever told me how unlucky i was
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I Did As I Was Told
02:12
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it doesn't bother me to say
that my faith isn't what it was only seven days ago
and when you left me to wait
with seasick daydreams of a cold atlantic coast
i did as i was told
we all have to be patient
there's nowhere else to go
everyone clings onto something that they know
that they know
and you can find me in my bed
somewhere past the mission but before the division dives
where every day is like the last
and everybody carries on with their merry little lives
i did as i was told
no one said it would be easy
there's nowhere else to go
everyone's running from something - running home
running home
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10. |
Montrose Harbor
04:27
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did you come to watch me wither
or blow open into splinters
now i'm trapped inside your amber for life
see, i've waited long enough
but somehow i haven't earned it yet
staring right into the montrose harbor lights
montrose harbor has a face
alison is on the beach again
there's a song stuck in my head
from the bottom of lake michigan
if you knew that this was coming
you could've offered me a warning
instead of smiling like a butterfly knife
tell me, how can they ignore
the way we fell on our own swords
staring right into the montrose harbor lights
montrose harbor has a face
alison is on the beach again
there's a song stuck in my head
from the bottom of lake michigan
piercing through me like a needle
drawing blood like a mosquito
that's been trapped inside your amber for life
you know, your mother always said
that closed mouths don't get fed
staring right into the montrose harbor lights
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sometimes the air’s so clean, it almost makes me choke
it’s like there’s just no other way
another gardener to paint the lilies gold
it’s no reason to celebrate
so when you’re begging me to sing the song you know
in voices i can’t imitate
i think i finally found a punch line for this joke
i think i found a way to stay
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