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Body Song
01:32
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Well these are my arms
And these are my legs
They'll do you no harm
But as for my brain
That bastard's out for blood
I'll act like I'm noble
I'll act like I'm kind
But I'll break your heart
I hope you don't mind
My veins are filled with mud
I'll be under the influence
Darling, oxytocin's a bitch
Bodies having their way with the mind
Unfortunately intertwined
Well give me your hands
Then give me your mouth
Act like I don't know
What this is about
I'm one step out in front
The thing about bodies and bodily harm
Is I can get by on only my charm
I'll get just what I want
I'll be under the influence
Darling, oxytocin's a bitch
Bodies having their way with the mind
Unfortunately intertwined
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I got the letter you wrote the other day
I guess I half-expected it, but it surprised me anyway
The mixtape you sent was pretty good
I'd listen to it with you if I really thought I should
But it reeks of bad decisions, makes me think of spilling tears
Yeah everybody cries sometimes, it took me four long years
I'm learning how to be alone without losing my mind
Well thank you Paul, I owe you one, you said it for me yet another time
I dream of standing by your window with a song
But the hopes I used to have for love have been absent now for way too long
Maybe I could find somebody new
A nice Saint Louis Catholic girl who's nothing like you
Well you live the next block over but I don't see you around
You always have your headphones on so you don't hear a sound
Maybe I should visit you, or just give you a call
Or maybe resolution isn't real after all
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I don't get over things, I just turn them into high blood pressure
It's not that I don't trust you, it's just what they call good measure
I think she's too judgmental, maybe I'm just too forgiving
But there's way too much of my life right now that I can't help but reliving
Maybe things will work out just fine
If we keep lying to each other and taking our sweet time
Well darling, I have got a bit of news for you:
I'm leaving pretty soon
Things didn't work out like I planned it
There's only so many bridges you can burn before you're stranded
And on this Sunday morning I am feeling ever so alone
With everyone I’ve ever loved in a different time zone
It’s for the best, it’s for the best, it’s for the best
I could use the peace and quiet, I could use a bit of rest
And hell, who isn’t tired after these past couple months?
I know I for one would love to throw the towel in for once
By that I mean I hope that California is everything you hoped that it would be
And I hope this hangover kills me
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Biddy Lounge Song
03:11
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I'm gonna go all winter without wearing gloves
I'm gonna smoke my hands into oblivion
And every nerve ending will know exactly how I feel
I'm gonna cut my losses and just give up
I've waited 'round too long to only end up fucked
Because time is the one thing
That you can never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever get back
Maybe if I had a little patience
Or maybe if I had a little time
Then I could deal with everybody's bullshit
And honestly tell people that I'm fine
But everyone's got problems
Some that they'll never solve
I've seen enough to know now
Nothing ever gets resolved
Well if you're feeling kinda empty
Then at least you're not alone
We can drink and smoke in my room
We can all just bitch and moan
It's colder now, within, without
I want to know what I'm about
Past drinking on porches and drinking on roofs
Because now that it's winter I don't know what to do
But sit inside and kill some time
I'll just sit inside and kill some time
I'm just paralyzed, overanalyze,
I'll just sit inside and kill some time
I'm gonna cut my losses and just give up
I'm gonna cut my losses and just give up
I'm gonna cut my losses and just give up
Can someone please just tell me how I can give up?
Because everyone's got problems
Some that they'll never solve
I've seen enough to know now
Nothing ever gets resolved
Well if you're feeling kinda empty
Then at least you're not alone
We can drink and smoke in my room
And feel a little less alone
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