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Finders Keepers
04:00
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you took off your pretty face
and threw it out so carelessly
i picked it up and brushed it off
i thought that it was just for me
i'm never gonna be the one you call
my picture's never gonna hang on your wall
i bet you never think about me at all
but that's fine
i wake up at two pm i'm in bed by ten
on one hand i can count every one of my friends
but your life looks so much more exciting
and the face that you left me looks so sweet and inviting
now i'm happy again
i used to be so bored every single day
everyone i met would push me away
now i've got a new game i can play
so i'm fine
i put your face right over mine
and everyone thought i was you
nobody even recognized
nothing that i said was true
now you're the only one i wanna be
i use your mouth to talk and your eyes to see
now there's two of you and no more of me
and that's fine
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2. |
Emerald Lover
04:36
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hey! hey! hey!
baby this isn't what i signed up for
you said that you'd stick with me but i see you looking at the door
this isn't my idea of love
i'm beginning to think there's no such thing as what i've been dreaming of
i've never loved somebody
the way that you don't love me
life is so dark and muddy
it can't touch my fantasy
give me an emerald lover
sparkling and shiny green
a precious stone like no other
for the day when you leave me
now i know that this can be hard to do
so baby just turn around and i'll make it easier for you
just close your eyes and count to ten
and next time you open them you won't ever have to see me again
i've never loved somebody
the way that you don't love me
life is so dark and muddy
it can't touch my fantasy
give me an emerald lover
for when the excitement's gone
a precious stone like no other
for the day when you move on
i should have known that it was never meant to be
'cause i'm made of flesh and blood
so how could you love me?
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3. |
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i
count
every finger on my
hands
and
realize i'm missing
two
you
have it out for me
i know you're always staring at me
and it's like you're daring me to
take
back
what was taken from me
bite
down
on the hand that feeds you
they
all
have it out for me
i'm looking through the window in my chest
and i see nothing but a
(constant state of sickness)
the chambers of my heart are in a
(constant state of sickness)
ripping me apart i'm in a
(constant state of sickness)
i don't know where to start
a constant state of sickness is mine
cold
cash
in my hand again i'm
out
stretched
for the final time i
feel
joy
till it's gone again
i need someone to tell me when to stop or else i'll drop into a
(constant state of sickness)
thirty becomes twenty in a
(constant state of sickness)
twenty becomes ten i'm in a
(constant state of sickness)
ten becomes nothing
i'm broke again
hey, you don't have to worry 'bout me
i know that you're scared
things always work out in the end
don't act like you're unaware
i've found a way
to get out for good
there's loads of rich people all over my neighborhood
i'll pay them a visit, and then
in the morning
i'll
be
okay again
poverty, although any sage, wise, satisfied, bona fide saint of a man won’t dare deny to deify it – that is to say to praise it, raise it to the state of grace that crowns a king with pounds of bling, to affirm that the full fool is fallen in his filth – yea although this may be, it’s the shadow of a zeitgeist peering at its cracked appearance with its failing eyesight in a broken mirror that with finer hands it once made long ago, when the flames could brave the cold. now the mind of the times is the same as thine and mine, and we push away the poverty all blinder than the blind, and we search the earth, leave no stone unturned, until every tattered rag that we can find is caught and burned. we stumble through the rain weighing down our woolen cloaks, and I’m certain that no man should bear more than his weight in gold. my friends I keep close, and my enemies are closer; but krishna’s in my chariot, the wiser and the older. god’s the only one that’s under me, and there’s no one above him. god became a poor man to ensure we’d never love him.
give me all you got
(constant state of sickness)
i got no shame for what i did
(constant state of sickness)
don't treat me like i'm just a kid
(constant state of sickness)
i deserve what i want
my constant state of sickness is gone
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Baby in the Bitch Seat Annapolis, Maryland
Punk-pop for the lovestruck masses
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