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Ice and Cigarettes
01:34
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I hope you like her she smells like ice & cigarettes.
I'll laugh when you realize that's as good as she gets.
Her eyes have lied a thousand times and her
body's lied a thousand more with other guys.
I hope you like her when she's lying in your bed
and she lights up a cigarette after she gives you head.
Her eyes have lied a thousand times and her
body's lied a thousand more with other guys.
I can't believe you like her, I mean she's a capricorn
I bet you'll go back quickly to your soft-core porn.
Her eyes have lied a thousand times and her
body's lied a thousand more with other guys.
Why do you try to believe her?
When will you decide to leave her?
I hope you hate me as I sing this song and you
start to realize you've got her-you've got me-
you've got us all wrong.
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2. |
Near Death Experiences
02:16
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We live for those near death experiences,
thinking we'd die we were lucky to only have cried
about the fact that for a moment we felt alive.
So we woke up, that small crash changed our lives
and we spoke up, something inside us suddenly thrives.
Even though we're broke, we'll still promote what it felt like to be alive.
We live for those near death experiences,
so unaware we'd soon be gasping for air
sometimes mother nature just ain't fair.
So let's wake up, replace cloudy eyes with sunny skies
I'm fed up with accepting how no one else tries
to wake up with the blinds open-
not to wake up with their minds chosen.
We'd die for those near life experiences,
drenched in emotions like the waves in the oceans.
We felt our insides turning out,
we felt our lives turn upside down.
We live for those near death experiences,
thinking we'd die we were lucky to only have cried
about the fact that for a moment we felt alive.
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3. |
Angry Major Song
02:09
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Will you be here when the snow melts,
and when all the birds will sing & all the sun they will bring?
Will you be here when the snow melts,
its been here so long I'm afraid things will go wrong
and you'll leave soon along with the snow
I like you so much and don't want you to go.
And if you're still here when the grass grows I'll still love you so much I just hope that it shows.
Come on show your heart and mean it
I can't recall the last time I've seen it
The sun is setting, the stars are rising
the moon is up too, but I'm not finding your heart.
And if you're not here when the snow melts,
I'll forget your freckles and the way that it felt
when we'd spend all day wrapped up in bed
as the snow came on down like the weatherman said.
I can forget you as quick as I loved you,
the times you'd kiss me or the times I'd hug you.
The sun is rising, the stars are dying
the moon is gone too, I'm sick of trying to love.
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4. |
Leftovers and Love
02:42
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When I kiss you I'm on my tippy toes,
and when you get closer I like to kiss your nose.
Your hair's kind of a mess & that might be my fault too.
This bed feels so big when I'm not in it with you.
You told me that you and i or you and me,
could live in your backseat permanently.
We'll just lay & laugh all day, don't worry about the food.
We could live on leftovers and love.
We might mot be here tomorrow
so you should probably stay the night,
it would guarantee some unity and delay our goodbye.
We wouldn't sleep at all, we'd just kiss and touch and
call each other little nicknames that remind us
we've always been playing games.
Once we were laying down in my bed
and I fell in love with the things you had said
about your future with me
but I could never tell if you're serious.
Leftovers and love, who are we kidding?
We need a roof above our heads,
not a sunroof & a backseat for a
Leftovers and love, who are we kidding?
We need a roof above our heads,
not a sunroof & a backseat for a, for a
Leftovers and love, who are we kidding?
We need a roof above our heads,
not a sunroof & a backseat for a bed.
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5. |
Orange of My Eye
02:02
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I'm allergic to apples, so you're the orange of my eye
and I like when we lay down, we just laugh until we cry.
When we first met you were just a guy & I was a little shy.
But now that we're past that stage we can just lay here all day and say
I love being here and being near to you dear I like that we're in love.
And I'm allergic to dust too, so we can never get old.
I love when tea have tea, but I hate when it gets cold.
& When it gets late at night you're the one i want to hold.
So don't forget that I'm here because I always want to talk to you.
I love being here and being near to you dear I like that we're in love.
You like the Charlie Brown theme song and my voice with a stuffy nose, & I like being together too but I hate that no one can know...but I still like you though.
I love being here and being near to you dear I like that we're in love.
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6. |
BirdsBirdsBirds
02:32
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The birds have stopped singing in fact I'm sure they're shouting, this constant paranoia has led some rerouting.
We're all that matters in fact I could care less about those damn birds and their fucking mess.
The birds have stopped singing,
The birds have stopped shouting,
The birds want their boy back, but I'm not budging.
Birds, birds, birds, always talking with a chirp, chirp, chirp
never speaking with their words, words, words.
how is that supposed to work, work, work?
And then there's you, you, you
we don't know what to do, do, do
because this feeling in so new, new, new
I hope you're loving it too, too, too.
The birds have stopped singing
I'm sure they know our secret
and that they would be dead if they couldn't keep it.
I held your hand, hand, hand in the backseat of your van, van, van, and I think if you can stand, stand, stand me
Then you can, can, can have me.
The birds have stopped singing in fact I'm sure they're shouting, this constant paranoia has led some rerouting.
We're all that matters in fact I could care less about those damn birds and their fucking mess.
The birds have stopped singing,
The birds have stopped shouting,
The birds want their boy back, but I'm not budging.
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7. |
In Your Bed
02:00
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Kissing you in your flannel shirt,
you always get so hot.
Undressing you in your flannel sheets,
hoping we don't get caught.
'Cause there's always someone in the next room over,
or I'm not supposed to be sleeping over.
If your dad walks in, I'm sure I'll be dead in your bed.
Touching you when you're on the phone
will make you hang up quick.
And I'll never mind kissing you-
even when you're sick.
'Cause there's wrappers on the floor,
and I hope you locked your door.
If your dad walks in, I'm sure I'll be dead in your bed.
If he walks in this all be over...
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