And if you can't think of anything
Then you gonna drink 'n' think it later
(I can see, I can see, I can see, I) Before you go
And if you go baby
You're gonna think what you coulda done better
So come on, let it go, take it all (I can see, I can see, I can see, I ah)

Your baby got a postage in the line

Turn up later at your bicenten where you think about dad
And you think about death
(I can see, I can see, I can see, I)
Everybody looks like a stair with the miles between us
Spit in the wind 'til he winds the tiller
(I can see, I can see, I can see)
When you make bartender with an 88 track
And everybody laughs in the middle of the chair
(I can see, I can see, I can see, I)
You get a little special at shakin' your ass in that class
It's not gon' make you better, okay?
(I can see, I can see, I can see)

Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under your best friend's arms
Keep it under

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Writer(s): Stephen Malkmus