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Doe Eyed and Terrified
03:11
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All the little ones
are playing, having fun
why is that so wrong?
why is that so wrong?
all the little ones
their growing isn't done
why is that so wrong?
why is that so wrong?
you say that they're distracted
I think you're the distraction
the cold, cold system
I want to take them away
(chorus)
Pump them full of medicines
until their souls fly away
make their dreams something to fear
scare them straight
(Chorus)
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Folk Star
03:46
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All you heroes who are thinking about
what you would have done
I don't think you see the difference between
when to fight and when to run
When you think of actions you think you think
that violence speaks quite well
If you could see the other side you'd see
the promises of hell
I want to be a folk star
but i don't know what that means
I want to be a soldier
but I want to stay real clean
Tell me all about your holiest
of righteous fires
Send me secret signals through
the telephone wires
Sail around the earth until you
crash land in Japan
You may think that you're a spy
but we need peace makers, man
I want to be a folk star
but i don't know what that means
I want to be a spokesman
but I want to stay unseen
I raise my voice, not in anger
but out of a need to be heard
it doesn't make me feel any better
to have to scream and shout my words
I want to be a folk star
but I don't know what that means
I want the people
to universally adore me
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3. |
Storm Girl
02:37
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You don't look happy on the outside
I hope you're happy on the inside
I wouldn't be happy living outside
when it's raining like this
Storm girl, lighting strikes
You look lovely on the outside
I know you're happy to be inside
the sky is falling, yeah, it's learned to cry
when it's raining like this
storm girl, lightning strikes
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Girl, come on and show me your guts
I know you have a lot
And I will show you my bravery
It's hard when we are so far from home
And it's hard when you're the one who makes me feel at home
Show me your teeth and I will bare my brains
A social cactus, you and I
but you're my lovely butterfly
I believe that you believe in me
You know I really hate the days between
A social cactus, you and I
but you're my lovely butterfly
I believe that you believe in me
You know I really hate the days between
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5. |
Stupid Love Song
02:55
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One plus two
it could be true
that i adore you
X plus Y
and you plus I
I cannot tell a lie
When I tell you that I love you
Want you to say I love you too
I know that it may sound so simple
but people never say
the simplest of things
and no one knows their true
Do re mi
you set me free
from a trap I didn't know of
One, two, three
please please me
with all your funny jokes
When you ask me where I'm going
the answer's "where are you?"
It's not complicated
I know I'm simple
I know that it's true
and I know, I want you
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6. |
Good Vibrations
04:49
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I wish that I could play piano
Just like Beethoven with hearing, oh so grand
Sometimes I wish that I lived
In a densely populated land
This city, it could swallow a man
But darling, that's exactly the plan
Give me some
Good vibrations
The answers to your greatest questions
love and live and star stuff
always ask these with a smile
the universe don't provide if you are needlessly gruff
Hey man! We don't need that kind of love
When there is sunshine up above
send me some
good vibrations
Send me some love
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Human Cannonball Blissfield, Michigan
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