I'm on your team but I never know when you're not you never wear shoes without your socks you never tell anything to me I'm on your side but only for
You've got to come into my kitchen for a crime You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself Because the
get comfortable, get unfrustrated get healthy, and all the things that you want I do, I do, I do not fuck with the sure shot not serious, about the way
gone to the coast gone to the coast where I let my hair down (down) out on the beach out on the beach where I let my ship sail (sail) gone to the coast
This is skin You can wrap all of your arms and legs in An address that you know An envelope unfolds I'm writing to catch up We were small when we last
I threw darts at a spinning globe Swapping out passport photos I walk west to the setting sun Every single step, I grow Another second young All my hair
call it off, keep it in grind it down to medicine (oooooh) especially anything keep it in your first aid kit (oooooh) call it off, keep it in grind
I got a place in the Arctic Circle I've got a place that I painted white I've got a home in the salty ocean So right, so right All of the lions in your
All the boys who called their mothers on that day Were no tough bunch but they had the nerves to go and say That all your secrets were drowned with the
Pack your ashes pack a watch Change of clothes and a face cloth Meet me where your mother lies We'll dig graves on both her sides And lay ourselves inside
Classics in the modern age Sixties remake Everything you've got in spades Your collarbone, shoulder blades (Hey!) Bat your lips Shut your eyes (Hey!)
spend all our Sundays in a row ten feet from Chinatown, like it's dead but we know 'cause when he put you to bed your great-grandfather always said wasting
the quiet kid has come to stay what do you say? he says I'm lonely, says I'm lonely I'll tell you everything I know what do you know? he says I'm hopeless
A toast to the last of a dying breed They're crawling back to bed They're falling back to sleep A chill touches the base of your neck Who'd call by at
The harrowing adventures of You and I when we were captains of Submarines made of steel Discovering the seven seas Fending off the giants of the deep
my hands shake, and they long to be held in the cold, cause the winters are hell when it snows, 'till the bodies are covered in, 60 years of crime in
I would've gone back home I would've gone back home It's bad enough you're here And it's worse that you've come along Paper walls unfold, as you'd expect
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