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Millie
03:44
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I fall for the girls with rainbow shoes
They always walk so light
Come on Millie won't you talk with me
We could hang out all night
I fall for the girls with the far off looks
Who float through the day without plans
Come on Millie won't you walk with me
Sit by the lake and hold hands
You say you don't really like long hair
I blush and wish I cut mine
Come on Millie let's at least be friends
We already get along fine
You could show me all of your favorite books
Start to read one tonight
Come on Millie I love you
I'm not sure if I'm saying it right
Hey and I'm not afraid
To settle into still water
Nervous and wild
Warm hands in a cold pond touch me
Be my two week bride
I fall for the girls with the wide screen dreams
Who listen to records all day
Come on Millie don't you mention home
It's still a half week away
Nine days together but it feels like years
No one knows me like you
Tomorrow morning when our parents show
I won't even know what to do
We left each other with a quiet vow
We'd make it through this alright
Come on Millie we ain't talked in weeks
You had promised to write
Now the summer's done and I'm back in school
Textbooks and florescent lights
Come on Millie are we really through
Please don't prove my Mom right
Hey and I'm not afraid
To settle into still water
Nervous and wild
Warm hands in a cold pond touch me
Be my two week bride
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Fried
02:12
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Get by I wanna just get by
I wanna just get high
Best fit line to pass time
Get loose I wanna talk to you
Let's hole up in my room
We'll space out to cartoons
And then you say you want a night on the town
I really wish I was down
But honey I'm fried
An egg on the sidewalk resigned
To work a 9 to 5 till I die
God damn they say that God's got a plan
But I'm waiting for my man
20 bucks in my hand
No dice no silver lining tonight
Wine white lighters and vice
I'm getting high as a kite
And then you say you want a night on the town
I really wish I was down
But honey I'm fried
An egg on the sidewalk resigned
To work a 9 to 5 till I die
Honey I'm fried
Honey I'm fried
Honey I'm fried
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3. |
Some Kind Of Artist
03:09
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Hey aren't you that guy
Who like's to just get high
And I rewatch 90s shows
Like he doesn't know where the plot goes
Aw man
Don't you just get bored
Of playing the same four chords
Every song every day
Like there's anything new left to say
And what are you?
Some kind of artist
Oh such an inflated sense of self worth
Damn what's the big idea
I thought we were in the clear
What can't love overcome?
Guess a five hour bus ride for one
And what are you?
Some kind of artist
Oh such an inflated sense of self worth
Like some kind of artist
I been trying my hardest
Crumpled paper for carpets
What a beautiful spider web said the fly
And what a robin's egg sky if I happen to die
I don't mind looking up as I'm slowly sucked dry
Manhattan's not an awful place to give it a try
And I get it said the spider
An appealing sticky vibe
That's why
Manhattan's not an awful place to give it a try
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Goodbye, Goodluck
04:30
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Honey I been stumbling through
Stuck with these insufferable blues
All of my antennas came loose
View screen stuck on pictures of you
And I'm hard up hardly hanging in
My hardware's rusted through
And I'm tattered shattered shook up
Hope you're feeling it too
Singing goodbye good luck
Got to get used to getting fucked
And we used to talk daily
I can't even call you baby on the phone
Honey I been scrounging around
Not so thrilled with the stuff that I found
The bartenders said he's got this round
Said he couldn't help but notice I'm down
And I'm hard up hardly hanging in
My hardware's rusted through
And I'm tattered shattered shook up
Hope you're feeling it too
Singing goodbye good luck
Got to get used to getting fucked
And we used to talk daily
I can't even call you baby on the phone
On the phone
On the phone
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El Silver Cabs New York
Laura Gwynn - Vocals
Jake Backer - Bass / Vocals
Zack Garnett -
Guitar / Vocals
Mike Turnwall - Guitar
Michael Seidenfeld - Drums
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