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Alternate Universe
02:49
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How long's it been since that summer
when we made all our famous mistakes with one another?
I was helpless to your rebel smile,
always thought you belonged on a motorcycle
Sometimes I wish we lived in
an alternate universe where we didn't fall headfirst
We'd take it slow, wouldn't lose that youthful glow
in an alternate universe
Recently we've transformed unrecognizably, irreversibly
guess it shows our first and last dance were luck and circumstance
Sometimes I wish we lived in
an alternate universe where we didn't fall headfirst
We'd take it slow, wouldn't lose that youthful glow
in an alternate universe
We still talk every now and then
doesn't make much sense
and now I hear you're saying you're done with punks again
and I guess that's that
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South/North
03:06
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Pull out my psychology book, just flippin through pages
self-diagnosis, or other diagnosis
needs more than an introductory book in this case
Pacing back and forth
facing south, facing north
losing hair, losing sleep
psychosis will creep
into my room eventually
psychosis will creep
Seesawing
Wish a fat kid would help me out
or rain would rust the hinge one way
just so I wouldn't have to labor anymore
Losing my mind
watching from the outside in
"you're too worked up, have some tea, settle down
and hide the person you're speaking to"
Oh, I can't
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Day Terrors
03:34
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Everyone in my dreams is fighting
I know what Freud would say and he wouldn't be off-base
Scared to count my sheep, afraid to drift too deep,
terrified I don't know which battles are real and which aren't
Dr. Harris says they're night terrors
but there's terror in the day too
you're just not seeing it, good doctor
You tilt your head down, close your ears and your mouth
and the fighting rages on and on and on
Everyone in my dreams is fighting
and killing and dying
and I'm not stopping them
Sometimes I wonder if it's me or them that's killing
Sometimes I wonder
Dr. Harris says they're night terrors
but there's terror in the day too
you're just not seeing it, good doctor
You tilt your head down, close your ears and your mouth
and the fighting rages on and on and on
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Penny
02:02
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These blankets are only half as warm as I want them to be
The one way I could get them twice as warm, I can't afford the fee
Build up the mouse nest for now
save my tails-up pennies, do my research
find the one I want and hope to God
that she doesn't wear blue when she's not in the nude
Oh I hope she doesn't wear blue when she's not in the nude
Staring down the back of the front door, phone in one hand
vice of choice in the other, if it takes much longer I may forget tonight
Another carbon dioxide hiss, still eyeing the door
waiting for a paper-fueled kiss
La la la la la
Morning can't come soon enough
breakfast for one was determined an hour ago
She forgot her ribbon
I forgot her real name
Oh Penny
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5. |
Armless People
03:04
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I've been seeing armless people everywhere
disappearing too quickly for a decent stare
Deformed, I am uninformed to this sudden swarm
Armless people everywhere
I try not to gloat or brag
don't twiddle my thumbs or flip through a mag
Faux pas, grow laws, action after a pause
Armles people everywhere
I'm self-conscious about eating with utensils
not using automatic doors and nervous habits with my pencil
I've been seeing armless people everywhere
disappearing too quickly for a decent stare
Deformed, I am uninformed to this sudden swarm
Armless people everywhere
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Jenna is a Time Machine
01:50
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Jenna is a time machine
far prefers it to being a person
She's expected this day, lost in time
never to return
Never satisfied, she left to find her time
3000 BC, 3000 AD
It never was quite right
Today she's with the dinosaurs
tomorrow she's fighting with the Moors
She's never in my modern arms for more than a day
3000 BC, 3000 AD
It never was quite right
Jenna is a time machine
She left me in the present
never to return
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