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The Things You Do
02:30
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I'm all alone again, i know you won't believe it
It's not so easy to get a second reprieve
It's just the things you do
Like to see you smiling, honey, sunlight in your eyes
Like to hear you singing, cast the rainbows from the skies
But when i look at you and the skies are blue
And the sun comes rolling down
Well i need to know that you won't go away
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Where's My Brain?
03:42
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'Cos when you got no food and no thoughts
When your brain is dead and no thoughts come out
It's better unsaid
'Cos when your brain is numb and no thoughts
When your cells are gone and no thoughts
When you just can't think and no thoughts come out
It is better off dead
Where's my brain?
Where's my brain?
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3. |
We Don't Take Hard Drugs
01:12
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She Says Too Much
04:11
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She steps inside an empty room
Shouts your name as loud as she can
She misses you so terribly
She needs to talk to you, not me
She needs to hear your voice, she hungers for your touch
"Is he coming back?" she says to herself, she says too much
She talks to me like she talks to you
Sentiment is so different
She tells me all about you
And i listen so passively
She needs to hear your voice, she hungers for your touch
"Is he coming back?" she says to herself, she says too much
I told you all this yesterday
You didn't seem to have too much to say
Do you really care about my friend?
She needs you more than she needs me
She needs to hear your voice, she hungers for your touch
"Is he coming back?" she says to herself, she says too much
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Eating up time, watching circular rainbows
Body feels fine though my head's up in the clouds
And all i can do is just talk a while with you
And all i can say is "hello, and how are you feeling, today?"
Eating up time, given time to relax
Digesting my time just to ponder and sit back
And all i can do is just talk a while with you
And all i can say is "hello, and how are you feeling, today?"
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6. |
Wastin' Time
02:39
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Lately things been going real badly
I can't seem to find the time
Just to sit and sing real sadly
And make all my new words rhyme
I just wonder if i'm gonna spend my life at the back of a line
Drinking tea and reading, and just wasting my time
Wasting my time
Lately i been going through bad times
And i can't seem to get it straight
Just to sit in my troubles
And not worry about the hand of Fate
I just wonder if i'm gonna spend my life at the back of a line
Drinking tea and reading, and just wasting my time
Wasting my time
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7. |
Computer (Generated)
03:50
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Look into my eyes and i'll show you something
Don't take away my flies and don't jump on a spring
I wanna kill myself and i don't wanna play computer anymore
Eat more tobacco and throw yourself away
Watch your own hand grow and never go out to play
I wanna kill myself and i don't wanna play computer anymore
Sing a sad song and give yourself a plan
Find a shoe where you belong and telephone a man
I wanna kill myself and i don't wanna play computer anymore
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The Lapels Scotland, UK
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