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You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu
Du du du du du du dudu du
But you
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2. |
New Year (a'capella)
02:30
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So this is the new year?
So this is the new year?
I wrap my shaven legs deeper
in the flannel folds of grey.
And to think
a year ago
exactly
my nerves registered the same environmental stimuli.
Dare I hope?
A kiss?
A touch?
But nothing ever changes.
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3. |
Hurt to Feel
02:46
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Sandpaper daggers
rip apart my patience.
My ragged, torn nerves
can't fit back together now.
The way to hell
is nicely framed by auburn irises;
black holes of nothing from whence
texts and phone calls never return.
I'm not mad.
I'm just jealous of your immunity to feeling.
It hurts to feel.
It hurts to feel.
It hurts.
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