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Here comes another yesterday
Can't help repeating, I will repeat it
You freak me out, you turn me on
Spring-loaded action, but the trigger's gone
You're gonna be let down
I'm gonna let you
Am I just running with the bastards?
Another empty, wasted line
I can't contain it, but I'll keep complaining
Don't think I'll ever turn you on
Couldn't catch my breath, it's already gone
You're gonna be let down
I'm gonna let you
Am I just running with the bastards?
Hear the call and I run out screaming
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Bop
03:58
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My lying won't stop your crying
So looking sorry is the best that I can do
This time you mean it, you're packing up and leaving
I'm so sorry I had to happen to you
Stepping on concrete, thinking about you
Some of the things that I can't not do
Look at me, my babe, lonely every day
Without you, my chest is empty
Every night I pray that I'll find some way
That will make you stay here with me
Stepping on concrete, thinking about you
Some of the things that I can't not do
There's no more sleeping cause my bed's freezing
Die a million times just to touch you
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3. |
Rotten Milk
03:41
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Just gathering steam
And running out of the dream
I'll let you in on something
My head's full of nothing
So pour me out of my shell
And straight into your hell
I'll quit whining when I finish my coffee
Or should I just get it over with and kill myself now?
You built your bedroom into a grave
And you're just waiting
So why not go out with a bang?
We might make it
We'll drive all over town
Just to wind up home
Would you break for me?
I want a little piece
You've got that something
That fits in my nothing
Throw away the dream
And how cool would it be
To build a monument to all of our failures
Or we could just have a pizza party every night
Do you remember the shakes that we made?
The milk was rotten
We still drank the whole damn thing
We were hurling
We'd drive all over town
Just to wind up home
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4. |
New Toy
04:08
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Hey boy
Whatchu got there? Looks like
Oh, yes it is, it's a new toy
You must be pretty quick
Not just any old boy
New toy
Old boy
Did she come with a box?
Is she missing any parts?
Keep her shelved at the top, she'll look swell
With all the broken hearts
Is it mint? Is she in mint condition?
Take it to market to find out her value
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Nights & Weekends
03:26
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I won't be taken easily
I won't grow fat and happy
I'll crawl under the floorboards
I'll be a constant, nervous tapping
I'll feed your eager need for novelty
I'll be your endless source of joy
I'll be your free lunch, dinner, and breakfast
I'll be all your nights and weekends (x5)
Strip me down, cuddle up, let's sleep in
I won't be this, I won't be
I won't be missed
I'll be all your nights and weekends
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