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| 2. |
| 3:42 | 
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I was down for the count
Down, never out I was determined But I couldn't catch a break Always treading in the wake Like I was afraid of it So I gave up the fight Let me fall where I might And maybe I'm set to win I quit action, I quit plan Shook that big, invisible hand And welcomed the Fatalist Give yourself into its vision No more struggle, no decisions Beyond your control So give in and let go Enter the Fatalist Oh, we try so hard Oh, we try, try so hard To get out of this What is behind it? The omniscient it Yes, Fatalist, Fatalist, Fatalist, the Fatalist Give yourself into its vision No more struggle, no decisions Beyond your control Welcome the unknown Yes, Fatalist |
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| 3. |
| 3:31 |
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Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms
Through the viles and slips written in shaky hands Through the piles of the costumes for the actor's guild There finds one last favor to be filled He'll disguise as a customer of good faith and age And hang to dry other turncoats to be made Bend your mind so he'll keep his family's pockets full Vilify and you'll soon be swimming equivocal And they won't trust you now As if they ever would The drug taylor's in town So show yourself around And they won't cut you in As if they ever would They'll run right over you In the Crown Victoria So say goodbye Take the short line to the park and ride Don't look back just leave it all behind Skin it down His diamond eyes reflect the world at hand Steal a ride kiss the magic ring of a crooked man And they won't trust you now As if they ever would The drug taylor's in town So show yourself around And they won't cut you in As if they ever would They'll run right over you In the Crown Victoria And they won't trust you now As if they ever would Don't wait till it all falls down Get out while the getting's good And they won't cut you in As if they ever would They'll run right over you In the Crown Victoria |
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| 4. |
| 3:11 |
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In the late afternoon love
Before mom and D get home I went out for a ride on my bicycle Down to corner on 15th street PJ and Goose sat looking beat They said this ramp we made Knows no defeat So I laughed 'em down Cause a follower's a hot shot clown Goose said I don't mean to burst your bubble Are you stepping on my style Goose Oh man, trouble He said I dare you I said make it a double So I peddled back Half a block away from that ramp Yeah, I hit it so hard I must have blacked out from the spill 'Cause I didn't even feel My body roll underneath The cabby's wheel Now I wait to die in the hospital Some sort of soft spot on my skull While my parents write letter fo Leo DiCaprio They say my son doesn't have long to go Some sort of soft spot on his skull Three weeks before they pulled the plug We got a follow-up and a hug Leo sat bedside And trained his eyes He said this one will surely lose Another son that he never knew Man Leo fell dead on the way |
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| 5:12 |
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| 6. |
| 3:44 |
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| 7. |
| 3:21 |
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Married young, what's done is done
Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening We started playing house too soon it seems Our Swedish furnishings are splintering But who am I to preach this game we play? Roll in the hay with dreadful infidels Now sleuth's deduction need attain the way Our love so bold, incendiary and new What are we to do? So t-t-trust me, trust me, dear Your mom and papa hold me dear We make mistakes, we make mix tapes Our love is a young, wholesome and healthy enterprise Is there a sliding scale in hell? Does the devil grade on a curve? I wonder who'll be the first to burn in this beautiful decay But your path will still remain economy, econo you Married young, what's done is done Married young, what's done is done We're too young and we believe We'll be our first, our only We're too young, we peak too soon Oh, what are we to do? What are we to do? What are we to do? |
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| 4:04 |
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| 3:22 |
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| 10. |
| 3:15 |
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| 11. |
| 3:57 |
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Things might change
Things might get better So you drive off through the murky weather Work it all to the bone But feel sudden peace With keys to the century Could I be right? So papa where you been? I've been not that far From Mercury to the mountains of Yefa Creation's easy when there's love aplenty When the bar's empty You get to see how Your baby teethes You only fight for three You want them all to know your name Go back to baby Please Mary, oh Michael do see You want them all to know your name Please Mary, oh Michael do see No choices you've seen Caught somewhere in between You want them all to know your name Oh your baby daddies Mary, oh Michael do see So do for me, I do for you Fight this world as I need to Shadow boxin' basement games With Sunday boys on summer days Technocratic business when You're a glitch inside the satellite's skin So do for me, I do for you Fight this world as I need to Cool, happy, right Cool, happy, right So do for me, I do for you Fight this world as I need to |
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