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And you should try to see us live before you're dead
You need this like you need another hole in your head
Listen, this is how you open the set

And when I'm done I leave it smoking, it must be broken
It belongs at that island of that trash out in the ocean
Tell me how you doin', how you copin'?
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Shit
Your paint brush might have made the stars in space
But they ain't got nothing on my partner's face
I had to read it, study it, learn what I was up against
Burn the older testaments of what we used to struggle with

You complain but you're still in the soaking rain
Hoping that she'll come and open up the drain
The years go by, you grow that grain
Until you try to find a bowling lane where somebody knows your name

I wish it was as simple as a sitcom, from the 80's
I wanna crack jokes and raise babies
With a laugh track and "Aww" for the shit the kids do
"Ooh" and whistles every time that I kiss you

Girl, I wanna call the front desk and tell them everything's messed up
The whole world's messed up
But then I remember I've got a home I can go to
Come here, let me hold you

I wanna show you what I've got in my mind
But I'm afraid about what you might not find
I guess I'm paranoid it ain't worth your time
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Ooh, I don't know what the hell to do
But if I'm welcome to tell the truth
I guess I wanna put a spell on you
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Shit

Copyright: UPSIDEDOWN HEART MUSIC
Writer(s): Sean Daley