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High, high,
Feels like for me to reach up.
Too high, it's too high for me,
Feel like for my hands to grab and grasp.
I worry a little too much now these days,
You ought have picked up on it, 'cause I've been doing it like I breathe.
I feel the need to tell myself,
Over and over that I need to refrain.
I see you going downtown here,
I can see you going downtown from here.
I see you going downtown here (oh, oh, oh, oh),
I can see you going downtown from here (oh, oh, oh, oh).
It tastes stale, so stale,
What we have between ourselves right now,
Oh no, no!
I can't seem to put a name unto it.
Like a cheesy omelette deprived of pepper sauce,
With nothing like a Pepsi to clean my tongue,
After a forbidden nap, all dirtied up,
With both eyes dry, mouth smelling like the streets,
Oh, no! Oh, no!
And there you go again.
I see you going downtown here,
I can see you going downtown from here.
I see you going downtown here (oh, oh, oh, oh),
I can see you going downtown from here (oh, oh, oh, oh).
—
I see you walk, I can see you walk.
I see you fly, I can see you fly.
—
High, high,
Feels like for me to reach up.
Too high, it's too high for me,
Feels like for my hands to grab and grasp.
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Chocolate Mousse
03:58
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You seemed tired of waiting for hours at a time,
You seemed so tired of waiting for hours at a time.
And so I sought to confide,
In the brightest of the days to smile.
I got tired of waiting for hours at a time,
I got so tired of waiting for hours at a time.
And so I sought to confide,
In the darkest of the nights to fret.
To find out where we’ve been,
I guess, I’ll have to find out a way,
To talk this out,
Between you and I.
I got tired of waiting for hours at a time,
I got so tired of waiting for hours at a time.
But you, you always find more ways to keep me wanting for more,
Poor me, when I can’t even take your eyes.
And it’s been a while since we’ve last said good-bye,
When will it be when we will again say hello.
You seemed tired of waiting for hours at a time,
You seemed so tired of waiting for hours at a time.
And so I sought to confide,
In the darkest of the nights to fret.
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Nuire
03:41
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It doesn’t have to end here,
It doesn’t have to end here.
I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.
Don’t cry, no more.
Please know that I am at my worst,
For better or worse you said “I do.”
I know you tried so hard before,
Give me time, oh, I’ll change, for you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Do you remember our love?
Our song that no one else shared.
I waited for hours for you on that bus.
Just tell me how I should be.
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Honey, it's cold outside,
but i whisper,
when you're by my side,
suddenly, oh, it's nice, it's nice, and it's nice.
I've found myself again,
trapped in,
rotting flesh and blood,
but i am fine, i am fine, i am fine, and i am fine.
Another year has gone by,
chasing you around.
it's new year's;
there is no time for life to waste.
I've been feeling a little dead,
but after talking myself out,
in the middle of the night,
i've found what i'm living for.
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