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sunflowers
02:27
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passing through beautiful landfills
the smell of chemicals and daffodils
bad luck handed you a big deal
figure thats why we cant seem to keep it real
ankles chained up to the anvil
holding on to what you got still
you don’t know but i think you will
when you make a diving board of the window sill
do a little dance for the firing squad
and show off what you still got
teach us all what you forgot
how to fashion a noose out of forget me nots
sunflowers and cacti
looking at it all all crosseyed
favorite place to waste my time
feelings mutual when i have to wave goodbye
playing drums and drinking drugs
sometimes proves to not be enough
turns out the best part of what i want
is invisible and cant be touched
thats how it manages
to remain untarnished
(thats how we always end up
making everything fucked up)
do a little dance for the firing squad
and do whatever it takes to get shot
turned out to be someone id hoped you were not
but its my fault for being pissed off
fancy yourself the champion of bad thoughts
you lost but at least you fought
give it up give em whatcha got
until that bent heart stops
oh that's the best part
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(originally written by doug martsch + calvin johnson, selected lyrics used)
you told yourself something funny the other day
you said you can't make yourself laugh
how can that be in your solid state?
don't say no just say you don't know
i still confide in you almost everyday
even though you're not around
how can that be in your solid state
don't say no just say you don't know
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look out
02:20
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you look out at the big city
with nothing less than absolute pity
you see the stars for what they're worth
somewhere nice to stop between death and birth
but yr not quite sure
i look out at the little city
and share with you the history of the passing ferries
i see the stars it could be much worse
i could be laying face up underneath the dirt
cant even toss and turn
we look out at the tiny lights
from the rooftop of a friends who let us crash tonight
we see the stars for what they are
proper lighting for all of the cop cars
hiding in the dark
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ppl love
03:14
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just walk along, keep it movin on
why do, people just love to go nowhere
just walk it off, whats an intrusive thought
gonna stop, people just love to hear nothing
watch from afar, a good crash where the train meets the cars
it looks like, people just love to keep looking
get another job, pawn yr prized possessions back off
i think that , people just love to run in circles
sit everyone down, have everyone open their mouths
it sounds like, people have nothing left to bitch about
now that yr choosing not to be bitter
hasnt everything gotten a little bit better
i know you, you change with the weather
but its a bad december to not behave like brothers
lets focus on how much we love our mothers
and try our best to outlive the other
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