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Lamborghini
04:22
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your love left me stupid and sideways, breathing but barely alive
and that love, it's the mana that i need. and if i don't get enough then i die
and you are the lamborghini of all the tears i've cried
and for what it's worth i won't forget the ride
oh no. i hear you're thriving without me.
that's lovely but sometimes it's rough
but i don't need to have owned you. to have known you was more than enough
and you are the lamborghini of all the tears i've cried
and for what it's worth i won't forget the ride
why do all the pretty things in life just make me wan't to die?
and you are the lamborghini of all the tears i've cried
and for what it's worth i won't forget the ride
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Lover Man
04:44
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when the midday and the working class retire
highways hum like evangelical choirs
and the motors come together in a drone
rolls the red carpet out all the way back home
for your lover man, i'm your lover man...
here i come again, here i come again...
it's true, true, i do it all for you
all around the world we're living on
in carbon-dioxidic atom bombs
from new york city all the way to spain
this old song and dance remains the same
for your lover man, i'm your lover man...
here i come again, here i come again...
it's true, true, i do it all for you
drive my car out all the way to space
it's worth it just to see your pretty face
for your lover man, i'm your lover man...
here i come again, here i come again...
it's true, true, i do it all for you
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Catlick
05:50
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everyone here's either stoned or 65
and i can't get high without getting so high i end up trying to pry out both of my eyes
so i guess i'll hang with them middle aged guys
and we'll drink bud lite and make fun our wives
and we'll keep our emotions bottled up tight
until our kid home from college finds us post-suicide
these days i've got a big ol' stick up my ass
and you can't get far without money or gas and when the tree in your trunk is still growing in the grass
and now even the poets are starting to get crass
and the catholics among us are slinging that sass
and i'll be laying away, getting off on the past, just trying to get this godforsaken stick out of my ass
and i don't know much, but i know it ain't right,
this fruitless kind of living keeps me up at night
you can float right on down by the rive styx
and the watchman watches while the sitman sits
but you keep your eyes wide for the keeper of the crypt
he says "cough up a quarter or you ain't getting it"
but the only thing you've got is a mouthful of spit
and so you walk home looking like an idiot with your hands shoved deep inside your coat pockets
and i don't know much, but i know it ain't right,
this fruitless kind of living keeps me up at night
you can do what you like, you can do what you will
but when the big bomb drops (and i know that it will)
i'm telling you dog this shit'll get ill
it's man eat man. it's kill or be killed
it's america's next top king of the hill
and i'll be all stocked up on melatonin pills, hibernating through the winter while the first blood spills
and i don't know much, but i know it ain't right,
this fruitless kind of living keeps me up at night
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Jonathan Something is the musical outfit of multi-instrumentalist Jon Searles, resulting from a love for Baroque Pop, Rock & Roll, and Realism
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