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Modern Art
01:11
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It's been years
Since we've talked.
Guess I sorta dropped the ball on that one.
Cleveland sucks,
but hey, how's college going?
And I realize that I look just like your ex-boyfriends best friend
And that your parents are a little on the strict end,
But hey what's going on?
Can i take you out next weekend?
I can take you to the art museum,
we could walk through halls of portraits
And laugh at all the people and all the art that looks distorted,
Modern art doesn't look very hard now does it?
Modern art doesn't look very hard now does it?
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Hold Me Down
02:33
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Hold me down.
Im not ready to leave,
to you, and yours, have a happy new years eve.
Across the table faded from a blacktop native
He was never one for getting down
But now he's found his rhythm
and it's got him in the system
so he walked here from across town
She's sitting real pretty with her nails painted red
Thought it'd help her get some boy intrested
She's trying to hold her own against some,
repulsive college kid
They're playing fight club in a dark smoky room
and some asshole just jumped in the pool
Just noticed music playing as i find myself surveying
for a lighter thats not in use
Smoke break long night had the pleasure asking you for a light
you oblige in your knee highs
I say something dumb you say something smart with your arms crossed tight
against your better judgement you offer to give me a ride.
Hold me down.
Im not ready to leave,
to you, and yours, have a happy new years eve.
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Dance with me,
stand flat on your feet
lose track of time
and take the lead
Fall for me
cling tight with your teeth
let me stay here
don't let me dream
hold me closer then you've held anything before
you probably wish i had more to say
with eyes closed tight
both of us on the floor
we're imagining things
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4. |
Ooo (Cover)
01:41
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Don't tell me that they're all the same
'Cause even the sound of his name
Carries me over their reach
Back to some golden beach
Where only he remains
You planted your eyes on my feet
You told me to dig my heels deep
The night wore the rain
On her windowpane
Drifted us to sleep
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Ronda, 1985
01:44
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lets draw pictures that will get us sent to guidence
hide in places where the sun and cops can’t find us
i’ve got 57 dollars and you’ve got your moms used honda
lets start a new life for ourselves, Ronda
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Bloodshot
02:58
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you were dead on impact
pail palms face up on the pavement
a momentary lapse of judgement
Your hometown charm wasted
spent and splintered out again
my grandfathers leather jacket
I can hear Johnny Case records crackling
It’s bloodshot eyes seeing
what they always hoped they could
that deadweight can do a dead man good
Play that music so amusing
offer up whats left for using
I hope you like what you see because
I will quit smoking when my lungs quit on me
Mysticism, skepticism, fancy cross eyed tunnel vision
I found God and now he’s a memory
He was that day that we spent wasted at the beach
It’s bloodshot eyes seeing
what they always hoped they could
that deadweight can do a dead man good
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I wish I had a coat of silk, the color of the sky.
I wish I had a lady, fair as any butterfly
I wish I had a house of stone that looked down on the sea
But most of all I wish that I was someone else but me.
I learned a lot about falling in love when I fell out of love
I learned a lot about being a friend when I was alone
I played with fire, I burned it all down
I made more mistakes than you can count
Now I don't have a coat of silk, but I still have the sky
Now I don't have a lady, but there goes a butterfly
Now I don't have a house of stone, but I can see the sea
Now most of all I know that I am happy to be me.
I'm happy to be me
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