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Half-Shell
02:36
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california old virginia california delta
frequent flyer old denier my friends don't like her
see you soon
stairs fold down from a half-shell
LAX she says oh well
we can make this a better place
we can take this hell
make it nice
make it nice as well
and everybody gets a keychain when they leave
and when we've had a fine time
i'll go back home on the red eye
and in a hundred years
you'll come back
i'll grow my beard and we'll get fat
and laugh about old times and dry our tears
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The Game
02:26
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valuing your independence
over all your other incidents
faulty wires turning red
something is to blame inside your head
once they know the game
you're out of luck
you're too old to play
go get fucked
you try to change the rules
but it's too late
they know the game
they know how you play
someone new might ease the pain
until that someone new feels old again
one day they might understand
but they got no time to find out what you've planned
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1989 (Love Me, Baby)
03:25
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you've come a long way from that faraway town
to a land where you spoke and everybody bowed
to a life filled with money honey
you got it around
and a see-through california sun dress
come press your handshake in mine
come feel the flow of power baby
1989
love me, baby
it’s your christmas
bring me all your friends
LA, New York, this is where it ends
got rooms filled with money honey
how much can you spend?
and a long night's city lights
undress come press your feelings in mine
come feel the flow of power baby
1989
value added synergy
give it all to me
integrated mission metric
new technology
leverage touchpoint bandwidth-centric
analytic feed
paradigm and strategy
oh give it all to me
take calls in the back of a white limousine
mix another drink create another scene
in a car filled with money honey
everything you need
and a coastal car ride stay awake all night
who cares when we die
come feel the flow of power baby
1989
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Pitchforks, Guns, & Wine
03:25
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john's a little different
joe's a little strong
sarah on the elevator
says it's all gone wrong
goldie's right on point again
his brother jim is back
sarah on the elevator
is reaching in her sack
in slow-mo we go
come on baby don't be shy
we got pitchforks, guns, and wine
drink your fill but don't ask why
we get to live they get to die
alistair the intercom
keeps us in the know
hand grenades and heavy things
keep us moving slow
sarah holds on tight to jim
he says he feels all right
i think he might be one of them
don't let him out my sight
the elevator opens up
the darkness takes us in
alistair is humming low
i think they're moving in
johnny starts to say a prayer
in two words he's gone
i see a flash of someone's hair
i keep on moving on
the hallway lights are flickering
that's just my rifle fire
a hand grenade a barricade
of bodies growing higher
there's no response from alistair
they must've found his hole
my pocket nuke is ready to go
let's bring these fuckers home
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Trash
03:34
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when i was thirsty you brought me a beer
and when i complained you spit in my ear
oh i love you too
when i was lonely you brought me a dog
he pooped everywhere and i wrote you this song
oh i love you too
when I remember the trash that we never took out
sharing's what we're all about
and when the cops came 'cause we sang so loud
we always could draw a crowd
how 'bout now?
when we went to paris you made out with jim
i got revenge when i made out with jim
oh I love you too
when i got arrested you brought me some drugs
my lawyer protested but you gave him slugs
oh i love you too
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Hardmonica Richmond, Virginia
Herpin' and derpin' to the oldies
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