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| 1. |
| 4:53 | 
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If you want beautiful, pitiful,
Have me in a picture And if you want make me dance, Throw me round spin upon your Finger Blind labors the blind and I am Unwilling to uncover my eyes And if you want take your time rifle Through, find a very nice one If there's a crease in my face over Time, there's plenty more where That came from Words, frozen, will thaw when I am Wasted, I am better shut up And a frame is quite confining Hang me up...hang me up I'm in the photograph When I'm alone and the world is a Fist, I am weightless A universe, gravitate, orchestrate, I am fearless And spin, the sky surrounding free From all the picture perfect And spin the sky surrounding, Larger than life, meanwhile revious |
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| 2. |
| 4:30 |
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When i was young i knew everything
and she a punk who rarely ever took advice now i'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice I can't be held responsible cause she was touching her face I won't be held responsible she fell in love in the first place For the life of me i cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise for the life of me i cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins we were merely freshmen My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her his girl took a week's worth valium and slept now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says I can't be held responsible cause she was touching her face I won't be held responsible she fell in love in the first place For the life of me i cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise for the life of me i cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins we were merely freshmen We've tried to wash our hands of all of this we never talk of our lacking relationships and how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor we fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say I can't be held responsible cause she was touching her face I won't be held responsible she fell in love in the first place For the life of me i cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise for the life of me i cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins we were merely freshmen we were merely freshmen we were only freshmen |
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| 3. |
| 3:33 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:36 |
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| 5. |
| 4:43 |
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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I'm visiting The ground's a little weathered where I stood Right field in my neighborhood I was mostly last, always least Dig it At graduation everyone Will throw their hats into the sun Then they'll drop like flies to the sea This is not my cup of tea And Valerie The winter won't be keeping her around I'm nailing leaves to the ground But it feels like sand underneath Dig it She's never letting me forget I've always been an idiot And at times like this I agree This is not my cup of tea Crash In a wrinkle of steel we are gone Will my last breath be a yawn Watching them sorting debris This is not my cup of tea |
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| 7. |
| 3:29 |
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Blushing a cue for her falsities --
advantage is my only masterpiece Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind Gardening malice for murderers -- flushes to me are the weeds to her Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind We know who we are We know who we are We know who we are Starving the love of the marvelous -- I was the penny to previous Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind We know who we are We know who we are We know who we are ... Gardening malice for murderers -- flushes to me are the weeds to her Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind We know who we are Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind Penny is poison but I don't mind |
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| 8. |
| 4:47 |
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| 9. |
| 4:10 |
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| 10. |
| 3:33 |
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| 11. |
| 4:26 |
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The show is over close the story book
There will be no encore And all the random hands that I have shook Well they're reaching for the door I watch their backs as they leave single file But you stood stubborn, cheering all the while I know I can be colorful I know I can be gray But I know this loser's living fortunate Cause I know you will love me either way Most were being good for goodness sake But you wouldn't pantomime You are more beautiful when you awake Than most are in a lifetime Through the haze that is my memory well You stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy I know I can be colorful I know I can be gray But I know this loser's living fortunate Cause I know you will love me either way Look ahead as far as you can see We'll live in drama but we'll die in a comedy I know I can be colorful... |
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| 12. |
| 4:55 |
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