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None Of My Business
03:10
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I've seen that look before
The sullen-faced repose could only mean a broken heart
Scalding hot soul
What once was volcanic's now gone dormant
Where does the time go?
Where does the time go?
What was she gonna say?
I've never known a taste so bitter as that goddamn soup
Troublesome girl
He's gonna repay you ten times over
Where does the time go?
Where does the time go?
What she does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does (what she does)
What she does (Is none of my business, none of my business)
What she does (what she does)
What she does (Is none of my business, none of my business)
What she does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does, what she does
Is none of my business, none of my business
She does
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Everybody Loves You
02:23
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I'm the same age in photographs taken
Hundreds of years apart
give you three guesses as to which subject
Still has a beating heart
Give me one reason I should waste lumber
Building another bridge
By the next century all of them do what
Galloping Gertie did
La la la la la
L la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la
L la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody loves you
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody loves you
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody loves you
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody loves you
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody loves you
I'm the same age in photographs taken
Hundreds of years apart
Give you three guesses as to which subject
Still has a beating heart
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3. |
Kid
03:42
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I made you believe you were part of the flock
But me and the other adults need some space just to talk
Just forget what you saw
Please just go off and draw
I know it hurts you
But I'm hurt too,
And you're still just a kid
Still just a kid
The time I have left in this world might be short
Priority shifts to the ones I don't pretend to court
Maybe two grades per class
Was a ship made of glass
Don't get me wrong, dude
I really like you
But you're just a kid
Still just a kid
We were all just fucked up kids and it's not about me
We were all just fucked up kids and I'm sorry
We were all just fucked up kids and it's not about me
I had some growing up to do
And RSD's a real bitch too
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4. |
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Got a papercut, now I struggle to play
Didn't like the left arm too much anyway
There goes another one
We do what must be done even through the pain, that's
Why they're calling you torso boy
Why they're calling you torso boy
Why they're calling you torso boy (Stupid bastard)
Why they're calling you torso boy (You've got no arms left)
Why they're calling you torso boy (You stupid bastard)
Why they're calling you torso boy (You've got no arms left to fight)
Ever quick to sever it
Bet you think you're clever, it's
Why the nomenclature's torso boy
You can't chance it making you lame
Amputate before it gets twisted
You can't dance, you won't be the same
But a lifetime can't be spent risking
And I never realize I don't have any ground below my feet
Till I look down and it's too late
And I am running out of fucking signs to hold up
As I plummet to my death again
As I plummet to my death again
Should I be concerned that even though you were doing it as a joke
I still cried anyway?
And by the way, I knew it was him the whole time, you're not a very good liar
Then again, I guess neither is he
But tell me, what did you expect, my friend?
Oh, tell me, what did you expect, my friend?
Tell me!
I've died a thousand and one ways,
You're just a thousand and two
So come on, guilt me! is that
Really the best you can do?
'Cause you were never the cloud
And I was never the flower
Don't fucking piss on my leg
And say it's April showers
'Cause I am un-fuck-with-able, I dare you to try
I am un-fuck-with-able, So tell me a lie
I am un-fuck-with-able, So get me to cry
I am un-fuck-with-able, I dare you to try
I'm not gonna regret this am I?
I can already feel the phantom pain again
Maybe then
My body's your bedframe, take me home
My body's your bedframe, take me home
My body's your bedframe, take me home
My body's your bedframe, take me home with you
Take me home with you
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