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Yesterday I got so old
I felt like I could die Yesterday I got so old It made me wanna cry So go on, go on, Just walk away Go on, go on The choice is made Go on, go on We'll disappear Go on, go on Away from here And I know I was wrong when I said it was true That it couldn't be me and be her in between Without you Without you Yesterday I got so scared I shivered like a child Yesterday, away from you It froze me deep inside Well come back, come back No other way Come back, come back Come back today Come back, come back Why can't you see? Come back, come back Come back to me And I know I was wrong when I said it was true That it couldn't be me and be her in between Without you Without you Without you (Go on) Without you |
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| 2. |
| 2:30 |
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Uh-Oh!
Hey Dr. Yin Chain-smoking Chinese centenarian Deck my back with pins Connect the wires and plug me in Uh-Oh! Hey, Love Master Z Sexy online psychic overseas When my bank card clears Tell me things I want to hear Yeah, Yeah Well I might be dyin' Or maybe I got too much time I can't stop my mind It's runnin' right With these false teeth And these plastic knees Go squeak, squeak, squeak From the porch to the street Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Dr. Jack Bend me like a pretzel till I crack All my joints and bones Beat me up and send me home Hey I've got too much time Baby may I might be dyin' Got to help me fallin' doctor Got to help me fallin' Hey Dr. Yang |
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| 3. |
| 3:38 |
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Tread slowly from the car to the spa
Like a weary war-torn refugee Crossing the border with your starving child It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu Present the waitress with your allergy card And tell her all your problems And leave no tip at all Down to the shoe store with your friends Speculate who might be fucking the guru Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Rock on, rock on, spread the love around Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Spread the love around Do you remember how we managed before We could afford real nervous breakdowns Or before the Anthropologie store Was erected on Indian burial grounds So really don't you see a little of yourself In the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at Or the child who's hiding inside As you wipe the smile off the teenage barista Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Rock on, rock on, spread the love around Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Spread the love around Spread the love around All right You're gonna be all right, baby You're gonna be all right, baby Floating back from the spa to the car A state of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room Sometimes life's not so bad Now we know who's been fucking the guru Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Rock on, rock on, spread the love around Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown Spread the love around |
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| 4. |
| 3:10 |
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I wanna ask you:
Do you ever sit and wonder, It's so strange That we could be together for So long, and never know, never care What goes on in the other one's head? Things I've felt but I've never said You said things that I never said So I'll say something that I should have said long ago (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me) Any face that you wanted me To be seen we're damned by the existential moment where We saw the couple in the coma and It was we who were the cliché, But we carried on anyway. So, sure, I could just close my eyes. Yeah, sure, trace and memorize, But can you go back once you know (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me If I'm the person that you think I am (Ah ah ahh) Clueless chump you seem to think I am (Ah ah ahhh) So easily led astray, An errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then Why the fuck would you want me back?! Maybe it's because You don't know me at all Ahhh ah … Ahhh ah (You don't know me, you don't know me) Ahhh ah … ahhh ah So, what I'm trying to say is What (What?) I'm trying to tell you It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it cause I know you'll only change it. (Say it.) (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (You don't know me) You don't know me at all (at all) What? |
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| 6. |
| 5:03 |
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Here in Cologne,
I know I said it wrong, I walked you to the train, And back across alone, To my hotel room, And ordered me some food, And now I'm wondering, Why the floor has suddenly become a moving target. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go. I will let go, If you will let go. (Four, three, two) Says here an astronaut, Put on a pair of diapers, Drove eighteen hours, To kill her boyfriend, And in my hotel room - I'm wondering, If you read that story too, And if we both might, Be having the same imaginary conversation. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go. I will let go, If you will let go. (Four, three, two) Weightless as I close my eyes. The ceiling opens in disguise. Such a painful trip, To find out this is it, And when I go to sleep, You'll be waking up. Four, three, two, one, I'm letting you go. I will let go, If you will let go. |
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| 2:24 |
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Have you seen that dog?
I've got to get him back I had him tied to a tree but he keeps getting out He's probably running loose with the bitches And when I catch him I'll give him some stitches Oh, I love him so much, aw, that stupid bitch is mine. Errant dog Errant dog They're talking down at the spa Now the word is out (Ahh) Goddamn I look like a tool When he goes running around I'm gonna take him on Court TV Show the world what he's done to me Oh, I'll drag his ass back home, back where his ass belongs Errant dog Errant dog Uh! He's my everything, he means the world to me He's my hopes and dreams, fungible property Sometimes I wonder why I put up with this shit If I could I would become a lesbian I know I said dead or alive, but really Dead is fine Just bring him! Errant dog Errant dog Errant dog Uh! |
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| 8. |
| 3:09 |
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Called in sick one day
Stepped out my front door Squinted up at the sky And strapped on my backpack Got into a van And when I returned I had Ex-wives and children Boxes of photographs And they gave me some food And they didn't charge me And they gave me some coffee But they didn't charge me And when I was broke, I needed it more But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee Eating an ice-cream cone Texting with my thumbs Flippin' off the asshole Who pulled into my lane Life could be longer than it's often cracked up to be We get new cells every seven years I feel seven today It's a good day to die again Now they save me my place Over there in the corner And I never get tickets Yeah, I only get warnings But when I was broke I needed it more And now that I'm rich I get free coffee |
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| 9. |
| 3:06 |
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The bitch went nuts
She stabbed my basketball And the speakers to my stereo She called me cunt But nothing prepared me for What I found when I came home Oh and I Made my own bed I'll lie in it You lie in yours You lie, you lie in yours But they want more They're at my door With torches Please leave me alone You know just shut it just shut it just shut it The bitch went nuts She Photoshopped my face (Shopped his face) Onto every boy who'd done her wrong And as she burned them telepathically Onto the brains of all her embittered drones Oh now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores and scores To settle with themselves Who would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning, they're burning, they're burning Their own memories Why do they all go? (Go!) The bitch went nuts, y'all But everyone said she might Oh, holy fuckin' shit Seriously now Now they want more They're at my door With torches, scores and scores You would have thought I'd scorned them all They've got a doll of me They're burning Why do they all go? (Go!) |
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| 10. |
| 3:47 |
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1, 2, 3
If you want to write a letter, write a letter If you'd rather make a phone call, pick the phone up Call me But if you had to say it all with a pop song Couldn't you at least have made me a good one? She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Was it just a simple rewind and erase? Was your mind squeaky-clean in the first place? If you gotta write an essay, do your research If you got to Stick your nose in a boy-and-girl fight, hear both sides first Something wrong, being copied on her memo In the form of a big ugly demo She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too Is there a funnel from her mind to your mouth now? 'Cause you don't edit anything that just comes out I gotta say (gotta say) It's pretty gay, trading jabs with pop songs (Ahh) So maybe next time we should just have a dance-off Dance-off (Ahh) I think there's something in the Bible about forgiveness and love More importantly about those stones and what your house is made of You might reflect upon your arrangement '94, getting blown in your basement (While your wife slept!) She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you, brainwashed you too She's brainwashed you (Integrity) She's brainwashed you (Family) She's b-b-brainwashed you (Online rhyming dictionary) |
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| 3:28 |
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If there's a God, he is laughing at us
And our football team Effington could be a wonderful effing place I can see it from the highway And I'm wondering Are they effing in their yards, effing in their cars Effing in their trailers in the back roads And the parking lots Of Effington Making my way to Normal, Illinois Maybe I should ditch this little white rental On the interstate And start a new effing life In Effington I could change my name, grow a beard, start a family Or I could just keep on moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on Not stop 'til I get to Normal I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh I've got this movie in my mind of Effington And the soundtrack to it sounds like this . . . I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington, oh If there's a God, he is laughing at us And our football team And then the people who live in Normal Can buy the movies that I'll make in Effington That's what normal people do Do normal people do it too, normal people do it too, Normal people do it, people do it . . . Hey, hey I want to live in Effington I want to die there too Please bury me in Effington In Effington, in Effington In Effington, in Effington |
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| 4:43 |
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It's just a thought
But where did it come from? What does she do with it If it comes back? A note from his assistant There by the telephone She sees it again As she turns out the light Kylie is calling from Connecticut She says you've got the number It said Kylie is calling from Connecticut It's there, on her mind As she closes her eyes She believes there are things you should know about When you've been married for 35 years And her heart belongs To a man that she hadn't seen Since a magical night when the children were small Kylie is calling from Connecticut She says you've got the number It said Kylie is calling from Connecticut It's there, on her mind As she closes her eyes Kylie is calling from Connecticut It's probably nothing, yeah, nothing at all But Kylie is calling from Connecticut It's all coming back As she's reading old letters That she'd hid in the closet With her pictures she'd cherished That she kept to herself For a good 30 years . . . Now she closes her eyes |
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