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Australian's Nightmare
02:15
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I tried to be a serious man
But it never works out, no it never works out
I try to be as cynical as I can
I try to be as shitty as I can
But it never works out, no it never works out, will it ever work out, has it ever worked out?
I tried to bury my head in the sand
I wanted to let the tide drown me in
I tried to bury my head in the sand
But it never works out, will it ever work out, has it ever worked out, no its never worked out
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2. |
Thank You
01:19
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I don't wanna go to school everybody tells me its lame
I don't wanna go to my job everybody tells me its lame
And I can't decide which Mountain Dew to buy
I don't wanna go to church everybody tells me its lame
I don't wanna read your book everybody tells me its lame
And I can't decide which Mountain Dew to buy
I don't wanna open my eyes everybody tells me its lame
I don't wanna use my lungs everybody tells me its lame
And I just wanna stay inside all day
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3. |
Four Chords
02:21
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Your memory still haunts me like a million tiny ghosts
All the undead are having a party and they're begging me to make a toast to you, and me, and to all the shit you put me through
But its all over now
And you still wanna flaunt me like an eighth grade cross-country trophy
Begging to be dusted before it gets rotted and rusted just like you
You love cliches
And its all over now
I don't wanna die on this goddamn island
So i'll put all my sorrow and all of my misery into these four chords
I only know four chords
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4. |
I Don't Wanna Talk
01:56
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I woke up this morning with a Dick Clark face and I was looking around for a sweet embrace but you weren't home
And I felt alone
I wanna live during the Civil War or at least for an hour in a White House tour with you
If thats cool
Cause I don't wanna talk to you anymore
Cause thats what you want me to do, cause thats what I wanna do too
And I just wanna stalk you cause thats what you want me to do
And thats what i wanna do too
I woke up this morning with a Stephen Hawking spine and I looked through the paper and I saw that you were mine and thats great but I still felt alone
I wanna live through the second World War or at least for an hour you could play me the Doors cause thats hell
I'd rather be in a war than listen to the Doors
Cause I don't wanna talk to you anymore
Cause thats what you want me to do, cause thats what I wanna do too
And I just wanna stalk you cause thats what you want me to do
And thats what i wanna do too
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Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Would I complete myself without the things I like around?
Does the music that I make play on my awkward stage?
Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste buds?
My friend and me were having laughs
In a living room filled with arts and crafts
He said "I like their clothes and their china plates
But what I really want is a simple place
With no flashy clothes 'cause you can't eat those"
Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes you showed to me
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness
Maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games
But me, I called and called and never heard from her again
She's too good to share our favorite things
I'll keep an open mind if you let me in
Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face
Try not to judge me on my kind of taste
And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
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6. |
Super 8
02:39
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He said walk down this lonely road
I did what I was told
All the trees bent backwards towards me
Wearing a bright red shirt he crawled on his hands and knees
And said to the sky: "I am free, I am free, I am free."
All the dragons in the sky all have fire in their lungs, so do I
All the fish in the sea all have scales on their backs, so do we
And I'm a Power Ranger and you're my girl
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Three Colors
02:36
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Would you love me more if I was white than red is that so racist?
Would you love me more if I was red than white is that so racist?
My brain has melted to nothing
And I'm sorry my dear my vision isn't so clear I'm so sorry
Would you love me more if I was black and blue is that so Raven?
Would you love me more if I got down on one knee and proposed to you?
Is that so Raven?
My brain has melted to nothing
And I'm sorry my dear my vision isn't so clear I'm really so sorry
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