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Your Face
01:31
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Spending the morning, not wasting time on mourning
They say three-quarters of your life, is mostly boring
I searched you out now and you’re sitting on the park lawn
You’ve got a blanket and a book, You’re looking forlorn
My heart belongs to Kurt Cobain, she said
My heart belongs to Kurt Cobain, and all your efforts are in vain
You can’t give up, the things you’ve only made up
Dismay can be created from all that’s in our makeup
The sun is shining now but, but you’re staring Pynchon down
That work is gonna be there, til’ no one is around
This heart shaped box,
Can’t be unlocked
If Courtney couldn’t do it,
We don’t have a shot
I’m stuck inside this heart shaped box
And you know that it can’t be unlocked
If Courtney couldn’t do it
You don’t have a shot
Cause your heart belongs to Kurt Cobain
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3. |
Luddite Girlfriend
02:53
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You still have a home phone
You still have a VCR that works
You buy things at thrift stores
You get the paper every day
And then you say ..
I don’t get on the internet
Because I do not believe in it
I don’t think it matters what some random person says about me
You still read the old books
You can still focus and avoid looks
You don’t even send texts
You send picture postcards instead
I don’t get on the internet
Because I do not believe in it
I don’t think it matters what some random person says about
The things I’m supposed to care about
That I’ve never heard about
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4. |
Pretty State Trooper
02:24
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Pretty State Trooper,
Please won’t you stop me?
Please won’t you stop me?
I’ve been driving around in laps
By all your favorite speed traps
So please won’t you stop me?
Please won’t you stop me?
I’ve been going so fast,
Hoping I might zoom past you
With your radar gun
I know that you are the one
And I’ve been wishing on a four leaf clover that you would pull me over
And I’ve been wishing on a four leaf clover that you would pull me over
Pretty State Trooper,
Please won’t you stop me?
Please won’t you stop me?
Pretty State Trooper
Please won’t you stop me?
Please won’t you stop me?
I’ve been driving around in laps
I’ve been driving around in laps
Dm7 / / C/E / / F / / / /
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5. |
Waiting Here Empty
00:48
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Why Are You Waiting Here For Me
Waiting Here For Me
When You Know It Leaves You Empty
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6. |
Pried
02:49
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Your pictures frames,
Were all empty
We couldn’t guess,
Where they’d be
The lawn was cut,
The bushes clean
No signs of mess,
Or enemies,
Enemies
If we could disappear,
To whereever we want to be
Where did you want to be?
Intertwined
Our lives will bind
You cut the strings
That would all apply
You can’t chase stars
Across the sky
That’s just a dream
We should have pried
There was a day
That you believed
Changed everything
The way you see
It wasn’t big, no ephinany
No signs of stress
no history
history
It was under the bridge
Where you liked to sit
you really thought to couldn’t give a sh__
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7. |
Wrong
03:24
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I didn’t know about the heart
When we were sitting at the start
It doesn’t matter I don’t want to be apart
When stars collide they don’t decide
What type of matter lies inside
It doesn’t matter when we didn’t want to be apart
But there will come a time when
You exposes the scars on the heart
But we know
It would be wrong for me to go
But we know
If would be wrong for you to go
You told me hurt inside
And I just really liked to hide
Don’t expose the other side it causes endless whys
When stars collide they don’t decide
What they amy break up inside
The dark matter that you don’t mind and I cannot confide
But there will a will time come when we
Expose scars of the heart
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8. |
On the Line
04:32
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She came from Nashville
Said she didn't like that scene
She tried to get far away
From some friends in New Orleans
You can count all the ways
That it was wrong
You can split all the hairs
My bruises, they'll come along
Baby's got a bass guitar
Doesn't even fit in the back of her car
As she drives away from me
We sit alone
Side by Side
But I'll always be
On the line
A storm came up from the gulf
Who likes hurricanes
I tried to get away from it
But she just stood in the rain
You can count all the ways
That it was wrong
You can split all the hairs
My bruises, they'll come along
Baby's got a bass guitar
Doesn't even fit in the back of her car
As she drives away from me
We sit alone
Side by Side
But I'll always be
On the line
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9. |
Mona Lisa Selfies
01:47
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You walk into the room
Excited that your time is coming soon
Get your cellphone zoomed
And get your Mona Lisa Selifes
They're all you ever need from me
Get your Mona Lisa selfies
You’re going down in history
So much in the Louvre
But it really only needs one room
With lighting that’s good
You don’t have time to gaze on her enigmatic look
You need the perfect shot for snapchat and facebook
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11. |
Inside Job
03:17
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You wanted there to be an “us”
But why did I just throw it underneath the bus
If I knew the answer to that
Then we’d have something to discuss
But I know that you’re tired of me and headed out the door
And I’m tired of my brain being so explored
Can you send me all our gifts
At least the ones that you know you would never miss
And now I’m not so happy
Its nothing mpw but faded prints
But I know that you’re tired of me and headed out the door
And I’m tired of my strain being so explored
And everybody says that everybody knows the way
hey hey hey, they say love is an inside job
happiness is a total fraud
happiness is a total fraud
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12. |
Country Songs
02:59
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We’re riding in our truck
And we’re running of out luck
And we’re running out of rhymes
And we’re running of time
Gotta get this out the door
Though we don’t know what its for
But if we don’t do it now
Then we’ll never do it
My babe thinks country music’s pretty neat
And I like Bob Ross paintings when they’re incomplete
My babe is changing the channel again
We’ll never find that song I loved so much again
My babe is playing the guitar
Though she isn’t getting far
She only learned to play three chords
Before she got too bored
But that’s enough for country songs
And lots of songs to sing along
It doesn’t matter what you play
You just gotta do it.
We’re riding in our truck
And we’re running of out luck
And we’re running out of rhymes
So repeat the first verse another time
Gotta get this out the door
Though we don’t know what its for
But if we don’t do it now
Then we’ll never do it
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13. |
Me from the Past
01:28
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14. |
Winona Estates
03:02
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She’s got a little house on stilts
The salt water makes the flowers wilt
It’s not a world that’s comes for free
When the tract housing condos start at 450
And you're filled with jealousy...
Winona's
taking over me
Winona's
taking over me
The water view was like living a dream
Until every single grifter put a mark on me
Its not that I could really complain
I never was that big a fan of champagne
And it all went down the drain ....
Burning up the roads
as if there’s something there
that makes them feel complete
Its all the same nonsense,
lather rinse repeat
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I thought that every song on the radio
Was a secret message from aliens
But maybe I’m not an alien
But maybe I’m not an alien
You’re gonna take over the world
If you get can get out of your shed
If you change sheets on your bed
One step at a time
One step at a time
One step at a time
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16. |
Following You Down
03:24
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Your affection is like a barbed wire fence
You end up bleeding full of compliments
You didn’t ask to hang on the this beast
Hanging on the line and hanging on a leash
Your Red dragon tattoo
Says I don’t love you
I'm not falling in love
I'm following you down
I'm not falling in love
I'm following you down
Par(r)ish doesn’t want songs that say they both suck,
And good wishes in this case they don't offer any luck
It's still ok have someone to spend your days
Filling up the empty
Til the final trumpet plays
You like Smashmouth,
I like the beautiful south
I'm not falling in love
I'm following you down
(I don't wanna be your dog)
I'm not falling in love
I'm following you down
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17. |
It's Way Too Hard
03:34
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We saw you in the DMV this morning
You didn't have your two forms of ID
We saw you on the TV just the next week
Staking out the statues that make you meek
So, turn on the news and turn down the beat because
Stop sign at the start
Can't get to this heart
It's way too hard
Turns red all the time
You'll never get mine
It's way too hard
We knew you back in school so long ago
Cannot remember what we used to know
We knew you when you were just one of us
but all the whispering became too much
So turn on the news turn down the beat because
Everybody knows the way to go
Everybody knows the plans you blow
Everybody knows you've stopped to go
Anybody else that knows its pays
Anybody turns the other way
Anyone that says that your heart is too hard
Its way too hard
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18. |
You Told Us
01:59
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19. |
Sleeping With Giants
01:24
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We’re sleeping with giants
And we’re nowhere
We’re not our parents
We’re just under their stare
There’s nothing us keeping us
Away from the fall
Cause we’re Sleeping with giants
Sleeping with giants
We’re doing the best
With all that we’ve got
We’re taking the path
We’re taking our shot
Put a lampshade on my head
But I’m not feeling silly at all
Cause we’re sleeping with giants
Sleeping with giants
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