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I've no way of knowing if I'm still growing will I always be this size
How does it feel behind the wheel? It's not like I can drive yet
I knew when I said it that I never meant it because sometimes I tell lies
We've only just met but I can bet these friendships will capsize
Talking face to face is always such a waste
Talking face to face with you
Give me a napkin a name or a number all scribbled in drunken hand
Single trace all in upper case illegible and unplanned
Notes go rotten in your pocket forgotten or left on the line to dry
Pen in your jeans you haven't seen and ink stains down your thigh
Numbers scrawled on a toilet stall eleven digits then give me a call
Don't ask me questions I can't even answer the phone
Give me a call
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Middlesexy
02:55
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Sitting on a bench reading Middlesex
waiting for you didn't know what to expect or what to wear
Saw a girl on the train and she looked just like you
her hair was the same but I didn't like to stare
I'll see you when you reach the city
I'll meet you at the station and I'll dress real pretty
and you'll kiss me
Cup after cup of lukewarm coffee
swimming with bitter grounds you're sorry for everything
Standing next to you saying nothing
because if I do I'll say the wrong thing
And I'm paralysed, sleeping by my side
above the covers I couldn't move if I tried
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He's the first one in the office and the last at night to leave
He works hard he's not afraid to roll up his each sleeve
He shares books with his wife and always marks her page
He makes a regular exchange with a boy his daughters age
I wonder if she knows
His wife's stood by his side for twenty six years
In return he's provided well and calmed all her fears
There's one thing he's never been quite able to admit
So some nights he sneaks away looking for a little bit
Her only outlets have been weepy films and novels
Feels like her husband wouldn't touch her with a shovel
So numb even boredom now can't make her scream
What's worse is he acts like a cat that's got the cream
Rare times they spend together just going through the motions
Then last summer she spent a lonely week down by the ocean
The last night she went to bar and a good time was shown
So now she's feeling fine got a toy boy of her own
I wonder if she knows
I wonder if he knows
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Sourpuss
03:34
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In a backroom at a party, avoiding all the fun
Playing a game of our own invention
Count you in, 3, 2, 1
Bury me
In awkward poetry
Bury me
In awkward teenage poetry
In a bathroom at a party, the countdown's just begun
Your head in the bowl and you're puking loudly
Happy new year, 3, 2, 1
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Gluesticks and biro against bile and hatred
Zerox and staples and miles of tape reeled
Scissors and tack, write me back,
Yack yack yack, write me back
Loving the tuts and arts fund cuts (means it's)
Photocopy scribbles or collect pebbles
Cassette culture taught me I ought-ta
Press record when I'm bored
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Deep Sea Diver
02:54
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I've read all about it, I've read all the books
Practiced in my bathtub every chance I could
I don't have the helmet no I don't have the boots
Discovering below the waves the things this suit can do 'cause
I'm a deep sea diver, I capsize beside her with no air.
I can hold my breath, when I'm holding you
Sink in to your skin and swim laps inside of you
I don't have the helmet no I don't have the boots
Practice can make perfect I'll figure out what to do 'cause
Avoid the buoys that you've been hitting
I'm a shipwreck when you're kissing
Avoid the buoys that you've been hitting
I'm a shipwreck when you're kissing them
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Rotten
02:15
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Rotten tomatoes slide down our windows and somebody lobbed a pineapple into our lounge
Everybody hates us in this town
We can't go to the cinema without getting popcorn flicked at our hair
We can't sit in the park without getting hit by bottles of beer
I just can't wait to get out of here
I've lost count of all the genitalia painted on your car
And god forbid we go for walk noone will let us get very far
I just can't wait to get out of here
Rotten tomatoes slide down our windows and somebody lobbed a pineapple into our lounge
Everybody hates us in this town
Every time we go see a show the bands start to heckle us
Can't get served at the supermarket little old ladies see us and cuss
I just can't wait to get out of here
Rotten tomatoes slide down our windows and somebody lobbed a pineapple into our lounge
Everybody hates us in this town
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Doom With A View
03:04
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I've got varnish on my eyelids and mascara on my clothes
I'm trying my best to express myself but I've no clue where anything goes
I'm afraid that I'll end up in debt and alone
Running for trains in the wind and rain unable to find my way home
I fell asleep in a history lesson and I'm doomed to repeat
Fell asleep in a history lesson and I'm doomed to repeat myself
Feigning youthful confidence while I'm quaking in inside
Told I shouldn't stay silent when I just want to run and hide
Talk too much to fill the gaps with this awkwardness of mine
Distract with words and noises so no one can see the signs
I don't know where or when but I'm doomed to do it again
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The Maybe
03:19
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Tilda, Tilda, how can you hit the hay? You're out like a light and out on display
Tilda, Tilda, how did you get in there? Trapped in glass while everybody stares
Living art and living hell you're lying in you're sleeping well.
Living art and living hell, I just wanna know why you're a
Deep sleeper yeah you're sleeping deep, yeah you're a deep sleeper yeah you're sleeping deep
Watching you I feel like a creep, but you're a deep sleeper yeah you're sleeping deep
Tilda, Tilda, how can you stay so still? You're wide awake did you take a sleeping pill
Tilda, Tilda, did you get your forty winks? I just wanna know what to think
Living art and living hell you're lying in you're sleeping well.
Living art and living hell, I just wanna know why you're a
I think it's better if we slept together, with glass between us they'll all come see us together
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