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Cliffs Notes
02:42
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Your eyes are open, my eyes are closed
how could I ever be as enlightened as you?
You talk about Yeats, you talk about Kerouac
you're the most pretentious Cliffs Notes in the world
Not that I don't like that you got your education
not that I don't like the titans of literature
but I doubt Salinger would approve
of you name-dropping Holden to show you're cultured
you're cultured, you're so unavoidably cool
And you may retort that it's better to discuss books than the reality shows
doesn't change the fact that I wish I was deaf when you start preaching to me
Not that I don't like that you got your education
not that I don't like the titans of literature
but I doubt Salinger would approve
of you name-dropping Holden to show you're cultured
you're cultured, you're so unavoidably cool
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X-Ray Glare
02:27
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There's a bitter girl with a flower in her hair
all nearby receive an x-ray glare
it's assumed the IRS will win the cash prize
minus the receipts of her convincing eyes
She predicts the apocalypse of our time
men in suits ravage your loot for your last dime
she says we'll go the way of Greece and Rome
orgies and emperors will soon come home
Moral majority mostly walks by
brush past the nagging in the backs of their minds
and the restless audience that does pause to listen
don't see her talk sedition
just see the next edition
in a long line of strong-minded tradition
She predicts the apocalypse of our time
men in suits ravage your loot for your last dime
she says we'll go the way of Greece and Rome
orgies and emperors will soon come home
Her cause flies from claws to the pavement
the Red Bull from last night has been spent
on deaf ears and left tears
and the fumbling hands of a stumbling man who begs for coins for bread
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Smitten in Space
01:52
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I was instantly smitten, I was instantly taken
I was instantly lifted right off the earth
Now I'm up here, looking down
through the hole in the ozone I made
if I survive the reentry, it'll be my mission to find
the girl who launched me into space
And as I floated through the stars, I tried to sound the alarm
but it was way too late for me
Now I'm up here, looking down
through the hole in the ozone I made
if I survive the reentry, it'll be my mission to find
the girl who launched me into space
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Orange Crush
03:08
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There was a time when I simply loved without regret
even a moment when I didn't hope for anything more than what we had
but that time's over
and I only remember because you told me
that time's over
and I only remember because you told me
And you ask why I never wrote a song about you
and I ask why you never hear anything else about the girls in my songs
because when they're inked on paper
they vacate a space in my mind, in my mind
But we're falling apart
just like the birthday candy necklace that I got you
never had enough sugar to sustain us both
Oh, those furtive glances in the middle of class
those rebel thoughts that say "I'm not so sure"
There was a time when I simply loved without regret
even a moment when I didn't hope for anything more than what we had
but that time's over
and I only remember because you told me
that time's over
and I only remember because you told me
And you ask why I never wrote a song about you
and I ask why you never hear anything else about the girls in my songs
because when they're inked on paper
they vacate a space in my mind, in my mind
You and I know you're different
but still I'd hate to risk it all the same
You and I know you're different
a song I write for you could end our flame
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