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Vandalism
01:44
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I let you in
we bolt the door
we disregard the rules
that we've broken before
'cause it's acceptable through repetition
acceptable through repetition
acceptable through repetition
'cause once the glass is broken
it's not going to be fixed
so get out your aggression
and smash the tiny bits
and grind them all to dust
so fine they can't be seen
deny it's mere existence
to shift the blame from me but I confess
I've broken windows everywhere
and empty frames
always let in the coldest air
such unattended damage
can devalue a home
so you can say I've wrecked it
that I should leave alone
the rocks that cross my path
just begging to be thrown
I should learn to just leave them there and not pick up the phone
I know it's you
I dialed the numbers on my own
'cause vandalism is a social sport
and I can't do it on my own
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Shopping for Amps
01:31
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On the short drive back you fell asleep
and I watched you from the driver's seat
Your head rolled back and your eyes closed
so I turned down the stereo, and I wonder
what could you possibly be thinking of, and I know that
it's the same thing that I'm thinking of, but what
kind of spin can you put on such a thing
to keep yourself from going crazy in such awful situations
and I don't think that you're wrong, but I doubt sometimes
that there is a right way,
and I admire you can even sleep at all
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She Called Me a Fag
02:15
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I rode my ten speed bike today
eastbound looped around the sun was going down
down main towards college ave
looped around the campus roads passed the bank and headed home
I wore my pink t-shirt
my bitchin' bitchin' pink t-shirt
my Of Montreal pink t-shirt oh yeah
I rode my ten speed bike today
up the hill towards the Citgo not very much further to go
I guess that I looked gay
wearing my pink t-shirt my very very pink t-shirt
cause when I passed the Citgo
some girl rolled down her window
and as I passed her car here's what she said
she called me a fag
and I've never been
quite so sad as when
I realized tonight that she would never be my friend
and those guys in the backseat with their ICP CD collections
will probably not load them to me
cause she called me a fag
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The Laughing Man
02:02
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We never stop to think things over
we're always quick to jump and don't care where we land
with bases loaded, two strikes, tied game, we're always quick to swing
they tied him to a tree with barbed wire
they closed their eyes and shot four times
he gave an awful laugh and coughed the bullets up
their hearts exploded and they died
There's never warning before it's over
when rain clouds come we're always staring at the ground
we run our fastest but still get wet before we reach the bus
they gave him eagle's blood he wouldn't take it
he crushed the vial inside his hand
without my best friend I can't see the point of life
if Blackwing's dead than so am I
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Blowing Up the Moon
01:13
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I propose we send a rocket to the sky and disintegrate the moon
disperse the debris as necessary until we have rings around the earth
we need rings around the earth
and if that can't be done I propose another plan
send a bigger rocket down from the moon
we'll disintegrate the earth, we'll disintegrate the earth
cause what's the point of life if there's no rings around the earth
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How hard can it be just to want to be happy
don't give me that bullshit I know you don't try
I've been there before and I know what you're thinking
I've told my own version of that exact lie
I'm at the twin cities for fourth of July
I'm watching that filthy big river reflecting the black of the sky
with a beautiful like-minded girl telling me trivia about the skyline
but that's not enough for me
****** please just take me home
I'll tell you my problems to the faintest detail
and tell me your theories about me
I'm dying to disagree unconditionally
as your tolerance for me I exploit so freely
so please just talk to me
and lately I've been in your shoes so
I know why it turned out like it did and it's all my fault
and we were both so immature but me way more so
and I don't blame you for anything anymore
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Mercury Cougar
03:26
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This place is small and cramped
I jab my knees against the driver's seat ahead of me
we sing along to all the worst CDs (Brand New - "Your Favorite Weapon")
we're lost in a grid-work of repeated scenes
the shows suck out on the west coat
no one moves, too spoiled to even give a shit
I can't cast blame for lack of encore but we laugh
at danger and break all the rules
It's not so much a car but an engine with four seats attached
and yet it's struggling to make these hills
it's not so much a store and a bowling alley stripped of lanes
and filled with everything I'd ever want
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