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Started from the middle, now we're hanging here
Stringing up our fiddles for the big premiere
Breathe a sigh, give it one more try for the hell of it
Grab a bite of the shrinking pie while we still exist
Gotta follow your heart (or something)
Give it all that you got (did we get that wrong?)
We can do, we can do what we want
We can do, we can do what we want
But maybe not for long
Had a lot of confidence when I was young
Now I'm taking compliments to get it done
What a guy, what a goddamn lie that we need to hear
Keep it up, it'll keep us high for another year
Gotta follow your heart (or something)
Give it all that you got (did we get that wrong?)
We can do, we can do what we want
We can do, we can do what we want
But maybe not for long
Been a little while since we've been in town
If we play a show and no one's around
Does it make a sound?
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I'd kiss you, but I'm afraid I'd eat you
I'd wish you well but can't find the words I need to reach you
And my skin, and my skin, and my skin, and my skin, and my skin's too tight
Let me in, let me in, don't you wanna let me in tonight? All right? All right? All right?
Please don't feed the party animal
This new breed is far too radical
Why'd you have to go and make me lose my head?
Now I gotta blow until I'm deflated
If you didn't know, I'll make it understandable:
Don't feed the party animal!
I don't know what to do
Haven't showered, haven't shaved, haven't slept in seven days, I'm on fumes
I should stay in my cave, 'cause I always misbehave on full moons
But looky look at you, young lady, ooh, you're cute... or anyway, you'll do
This is my transformation
This is my rise to the occasion
Too late for me, you freed the party animal
Where to begin, to begin, to begin
I'd kiss you, but I'm afraid I'd eat you
I'd wish you well, but can't find the words I need to reach you
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Mothers in Jeans
03:02
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You can hang me with the stockings
Or stick me in a frame
Short leash for walking
Share a number and a name
I'd love to keep on talking
But I gotta catch a plane
Goddamn, it's starting to show
Yes ma'am, I'm dancing too slow
I could be your fixer upper
Slap on a coat of paint
Stuff a promise in the cupboard
One for every year you wait
Could you maybe go another?
Or would you go insane?
Goddamn, it's starting to show
Yes ma'am
Dancing too slow, I've been dancing too slow
My feet are moving fast as they can go
Dancing too slow, you say that I've been dancing too slow
And I know you're gonna blow
I thought that I could dodge it
By taking all the blame
I thought that I could stop it
I thought that I could change
But I've been dancing too slow
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Jimjams
02:50
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I did my best
But I've got something to get off my chest
If I could turn away tonight, wait a night
Then I could sleep alone
I've got you burning in my mind all the time
So I just know I won't
I don't want it! I don't want it! The dream is getting old
And every time I get up I just go
Crazy
'Cause I've been feeling so
Hazy
'Cause I've been thinking, oh
We'll see, maybe you're waking up right next to me
I did my best
I should've learned to turn you down, turn you off
And done it long ago
Now I'm concerned you'll hang around, never stop
And never let me grow
I don't want it, I don't want it, the dream has overflowed
And every time I get up, I just go
Crazy
'Cause I've been feeling so
Hazy
'Cause I've been thinking, oh
We'll see, maybe you're waking up right next to me
I did my best
But I did it wrong
And I'm tired, tired, tired of saying that I'm moving on
Try to forget
But you sang along
Now you're tied, tied, tied, tied to another song
I can't forget
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Tap Dance
03:05
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Let's face it: we're running out of time
I call it off unless you call my bluff
Don't chase it, don't serve me up a line
Don't bite your tongue and tell me I'm enough
I can't
Romance
When we always
Tap dance
Still bitter, I take it from your tone
Maybe it's something we can talk about?
No better than being left alone
To sit and watch you while you shut me out
I can't
Romance
When we always
Tap dance
Okay, you don't want to say that we're done, we're done, we're done
It's too late, but we can delay it, you won, you won, you won
You've got your teeth in my sweater
I've got your keys, but whatever
At the first sign of trouble you run away
You've got your teeth in my sweater
I've got your keys, but whatever
At the first sign of trouble you run away
At the first sign of trouble you run away, I can't
At the first sign of trouble you run away, I can't
See when we're moving together
Whether we're grooving or whether
It's the worst kind of shuffle
A runaway tap dance
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6. |
Bad Body
03:39
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I can't make sense of it
We're intimate, we're intimate, we're not into it
Babe, if it's a game, we've got no skin in it
I don't know which one of us is winning it
No, I'm not upset
We can't expect to always hold each other's interest
No, let's just look at pictures on the internet
Are you sleeping yet?
You'd never want to look again
You'd never touch another man
But if you even say you might
It gives me such a... never mind
That wasn't what I meant
Everything is fine, sometimes I just need to vent
It isn't what I feel, it's just a sentiment
Just momentarily, temporarily permanent
Just forget it, just forget it
You'd never want to look again
You'd never touch another man
But if you even say you might
It gives me such an appetite
Oh, bad body, don't bother me no more
It's in your head, it's in my head, already wed, already dead
Would you stretch us to fit the bed if loneliness is up ahead?
I'm full of shit
If I got my way I couldn't deal with it
My tolerance for novelty is limited
Anyway, my confidence can't take the hit
Make the best of it
We'll collect our pensions and our benefits
Love is like a job that you can never quit
Forget the rest of it
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The Chop
02:36
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You started, but then you stopped
You couldn't sell your conscience at the candy shop
You got butter, but you got no pop
So don't you be complaining that you got the chop
Shut up, shut up
You thought it, but you're not the first
You bought your bundle right before the bubble burst
You don't matter, your name is dirt
I'm sorry, little baby, 'cause I know it hurts
But shut up, shut up
Time to find a new profession
You want it, you want it, you want it now
But they say you're never done
You want it, you want it, you don't know how
You couldn't be number one
So take a placebo to patch up your ego
Or get out while you're still young
You want it? You want it? Then shut your mouth
'Cause nobody gives a...
It's over, you're off the hook
You never have to read another self-help book
Is that better? Are you feeling good?
You think you're gonna kill me with that dirty look?
Shh... Shut up
Time to find a new obsession
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8. |
Theme from The Magicians
03:04
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What are you trying to start?
Are we cutting in line, are we coming apart?
Didn't think you would care
Are you there?
Is it time for decisions and revisions?
I don't mind, but I'm stuck in this position
Are you there? Are you there? Are you physically there?
Never not nothing
Nothing's the best I can do
If I ever stop running
I'll try to promise to come through
There's no danger
Ignore all the yellow signs
Then later
We might just make it to real life
Can't we just play our own parts?
You can crack open time while I practice dark arts
I'll be up in the air
See you there?
Is it time to be ditching ambitions?
Leave me mine, and I'll agree to that condition
Is that fair? Are we square? Are you physically there?
Never not nothing
Nothing's the best I can do
If I ever stop running
I promise I'll promise to come through
There's no danger
Ignore all the yellow signs
Then later
We might just finally realize
There's no danger
We can go back to sleep
It's safer
To get our drama from TV
Hello, this is real life...
Hello, this is real life...
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Fidget
03:46
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Haven't been sad in a while
When I'm sad, I smile
Smile the sadness out of my mind
Making my brain believe I'm fine
Making my brain believe I'm fine
Shine the sun lamp in my eyes
No more change in the seasons
Should I seem less than alive
I can't imagine any reason
I can't imagine why, because I'm
Taking my pills and planning my dreams
Drinking my meals and dimming my screens
I'm trying every trick I know to keep on track
But something always manages to drag me back below
Haven't been wrong in a while
Fixed the flaws in my thinking
Throw the pieces in a pile
Every day the pile is shrinking
I've all but perfected my perfect routine
I've crossed through the checklist, everything's clean
I'm trying every trick I know to keep on track
But something always manages to drag me back below
Concentrate on your breathing
It's an ordinary feeling
Concentrate on your breathing
Just a solitary evening
If I'm crazy tell me
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10. |
Never Knew Normal
04:20
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Did you hear the last band died?
Buried with their B-sides
Didn't get a chance to cry, cry, cry
Maybe give 'em one more try
Cut 'em down to fun size
Just enough to satisfy, suffice, suffice, suffice
Oh, spread the ashes online
We never knew normal
Ready for the next surprise
Catch us with a cut/slide
Got another fish to fry, fry, fry, fry?
Oh, take it up with the tide
We never knew normal
We never knew normal
Hey, it's time
Leave your heroes behind
If you're hoping to survive
Time to tell an old friend with indestructible
Slow jams, it's not enough to go
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, and call it a night
We never knew normal
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