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Only Fan / Magnifique
10:26
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What contortion do you find yourself in when you wake up sad?
What correlation is there to mood and sleeping bad
Or the thoughts that plague you right before?
That kind of sleep don't elicit a snore
Who needs sheep (baa baa, baa baa, baa baa)
When you can count on your brain
To write you hate mail
And yet be your (eeyore)
Only fan?
Just a clever mind
Go where I am going, Magnifique
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2. |
Hot Boy Spring
03:37
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How can you put that in your mouth,
Just when we've been told to sit out?
Hot Boy Spring
Foolhardy dalliance
Boy, we'll be the envy of all our friends
Trust in this shake
Talk's cheap enough
So why call off your dogs?
No fun
Just when they say, "Don't be home late"
Just when you get used to it
Hot Boy Spring
Foolhardy dalliance
Boy, we'll be the envy of all our friends
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3. |
Mwah
06:42
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Hollywood, be thy name
I'll never get too sick of it
Discomfort's an itchy shirt
The beast's eye seeks thy to discomfit
All this to say, hey Fat Tuesday
Say to this all, Mardi Gras
Won't you grant me one last buss?
Hot lips, tease position
Ain't you heard the word? It's absurd
New York wasn't built in a day
These are tunes to strike the mood
Like Teena Marie and Marvin Gaye
All this to say, hey Fat Tuesday
Say to this all, Mardi Gras
Won't you grant me one last buss?
Hot lips, tease position
Missed me, missed me, now you gotta ____ __
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4. |
Good Times Last
03:50
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Ecce loverboy, digging a grave
Those clouds aren't meant to blame for all the blue at bay
Each day, one apple keeps doc away
Approximately twenty-two cranberries do the same
Take a slow burn any day over direct exposure to UV rays
Getting by on good intentions is a painful skill
One of my many talents, if you will
And oh I hope you do, 'cause so do I
I wanna grin cheek to cheek and see eye to eye
My attic's a museum of best-forgotten stuff
I get around with one leg and an importunity crutch
I know it sounds petty and such
But I'll always be there to agree when it sucks
Doesn't take a meteorologist's touch to know there's
Two whole seasons in a year where the sun don't do much
I don't really wanna kiss you, I just wanna play nice
I don't have any money, but keep on naming your price
We're getting nowhere tongue-fucking the past
Can you provide me with proof that good times last?
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5. |
Skip Collector
04:13
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6. |
God Is My Co-Conspirator
03:03
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Never once dreamed I'd see the light
Spent my life becoming equipped to fight for thee
Christmas is canceled as far as
I don't know how to handle this
Pop a salty thing and just implode
All this outrage is warranted,
Take away white Santa,
Who is mom to kissy-kiss under the mistletoe?
If everyone can't share my face or similarities to it,
Can they all hold mirrors?
I tune in every night to listen to the talking heads
All their shapes egg-like and brows fixed on concern
They look out for me and mine,
A deal that's mighty fine
And my place of worship never gets burned
If I controlled this flat circle called Earth,
I'd do it His way, capital G
God is my co-conspirator, him and me
Carlson and Hannity, they report on real travesties
And every signal meant for me is easy to decode
I like my leaders the shade of olympic chalk
And not afraid to tell the world to suck their cock
"It's as if I'm under attack," I say from within
My gated community
If I controlled this flat circle called Earth,
I'd do it His way, capital G
God is my co-conspirator, him and me
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7. |
It's Unusual
02:53
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Uneasy face, you assure me it's not you who needs saved
It's unusual
And every little grace you say with your hands in an embrace,
It's the only love you show yourself
A quarter buys a minute more
What time is it there?
Now you're wondering what you even called for
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8. |
Let's Take Stock
04:25
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Let's take stock of all that we've done, bad and good
And if it bakes your bean just a bit, I knew it would
I planned for it
Onto the rafters
She'll have my head served on a platter
Breakfast in bed
Lose with you so far
So far, so la ti
Do you remind us
You'll always find me
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9. |
New York to Me
04:59
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Were time machines invented?
'Cause those portraits on the wall were painted
The last night you saw me, through a lens of saline
You spoke poetry with no refrain
Lizzie saw where you were going and pulled the reins,
But the horse left the gate
And I venerate
When you said to me that New York to you is us is New York to me
Out for blood on a Saturday night
My heart's bursting valves 'cause it's twice the size
Of the Grinch's on mountaintop on Christmas Eve,
I use it in a pinch when I wanna believe
But the truth was laid bare on the brick floor
I hated every set of shoes that walked out the door
But the feet in them belonged to good folks
I hope it wasn't too lame when I got choked up
'Cause you said to me that New York to you is us is New York to me
When you said to me that New York to you is us is New York to me
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10. |
Grows Up for a Change
06:06
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Fingers felt much needed on my back of horrors
"They call me Don Knotts"
That's just a bad joke
My name's [insert here]
Your hands are like one of those chairs at Brookstone
And I've this implacable tendency to think maybe I'm worthwhile,
Facing pretty eyes that pay me any attention
If you could go anywhere in New York City,
Why'd you wanna go back to my place with me?
I can think of a million other digs
But here we are, nothing's strange
Goodbye, get home safely
Ryan grows up for a change
Tell me all about the plays you've done
Light in the Piazza, Angels in America
"I don't have any attraction to you, but I'll hook up with you,"
That's what you said
We're chasing two different things and they both sting
Now my friends know all about my night with the staunch lesbian
Saved each other from mutual destruction
Saved each other from fleeting exception
Said you'd forget me by the morning,
Glad we agreed to turn in
What are friends for?
Grows up
For a change
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