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Pour Thing
04:48
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I had a cold turn into a few
Oxygen born, hydrogen soup
Maximum dose vitamin chews
I got too stoned all over you
I fell for you head over feet
Then you got the news, was news too to me
We can skip four stages of grief
If we get stoned, endorphins are cheap
When it pours, so it goes
Maybe snow, I don't know
I don't really mind, I'll fool myself
Left to say, nothing else
When it pours, so it goes
Maybe snow, I don't know
I don't really mind, I'll fool myself
A line about that
A rhythm goes bad
I cried over milk
I had a cold that started to freeze
I missed a few months worth of weeks
I took a dose more than as need
And I got too stoned, all over me
Spend the time you stone and owe me
Half is never full, if only
We can skip four stages of grief
If we get stoned, endorphins for free
When it pours, so it goes
Maybe snow, I don't know
I don't really mind, I'll fool myself
Left to say, nothing else
When it pours, so it goes
Maybe snow, I don't know
I don't really mind, I'll fool myself
A line about that
A rhythm goes bad
I cried over milk
Spend the time you stole and owe me
Half is never full, if only
Sunniness revoked and showing
DNA annulled and pulling
Come on share the blame, it's only
Half as much today as lonely
Easy on a plane adoring
Had we feel the same, but fully
Lend the time you stole to Pour Thing
Medicine's been told a sure thing
Easy as we go and hoping
Wholly never know, if shortly
No I can't get stoned head or feet
No those damned endorphins won't keep
When it pours, so it goes
Maybe snow, I don't know
I don't really mind, I'll fool myself
Left to say, nothing else
When it pours, so it goes
Maybe snow, I don't know
I don't really mind, I'll fool myself
A line about that
A rhythm goes bad
I cried over milk
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2. |
Song in D
03:22
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Unkempt rods and cones at odds
With wool twice breasted coats
Remind everyone of somebody they already know
A little more than you
A little less than two
Name brand drugs, perfumes and rugs
Don't make much sense to me
But are my heels under feet
You're making sense, but I don't like it 'cuz-
All we offer sleep is next to nothing
All we ever keep is lonely company
A small distraction soothes this sorting
The laugh track's passing, you won't know me
Well kept knots and mismatched socks
Turn noises into sound
Remind everyone that there's really no one else around
Or little more than you
While I'm stuck on the moon
String knit gloves, mugs and re-runs
Still make good sense to me
While I'm heels under feet
You're making sense, but I don't like it 'cuz-
All we offer sleep is next to nothing
All we ever keep is lonely company
A small distraction soothes this sorting
The laugh track's passing, you won't know me
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3. |
Street Road
04:28
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Well I'd say, you've got that right
you said it best, but who's saying you
To another, who wanted it for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe
I'd say, well I'd think of something
And sound it out
For another, and what I'd give for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe
you'd wanted it but
Bed time's misbred
Street Road is dead
Left less than friends
But more's in my head
Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn
and I'm undeveloped of us
But if rapport's asex, then what's wrong with
away as our way, well then I'll come
unmarked yours
I'd say, well I'd think of something
That sounded good to another
And what I'd give for a
hey, hi, hello, or you fit shoe
you'd wanted it but
Bed time's misbred
Potsdam is dead
Friends more or less
More so at best
Well this street lamp's wasted on our lawn
and I'm undeveloped of us
But if rapport's asex, then what's wrong with
away as our way, well then I'll come
unmarked yours
You wanted it but
Bed time's misbred
Hamburg is dead
More's still a less
But someday suggests, I guess, what's next
my best guess is Street Road is dead
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