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| 1. |
| 4:35 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:59 |
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| 3. |
| 3:27 |
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| 4. |
| 2:33 | 
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Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you I’m dysmorphic in doses Imagine trying to Shit out Twelve red roses It’s how I do but not everybody knows it. Imagine how I’d feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist. When I don’t cross myself with you Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you It’s some kind Psychosis, don’t what you call it, oneness might be the closest. A psychotropic segment so tasteless, it tastes sweet. And then it changes, When I don’t cross myself with you Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you |
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| 5. |
| 4:39 |
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| 6. |
| 2:34 |
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| 7. |
| 4:06 |
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| 8. |
| 3:41 |
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| 9. |
| 1:36 |
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| 10. |
| 3:23 |
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| 11. |
| 3:47 |
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It's a Tuesday night and I can't be
With the people that I love tonight Left me alone and I can't forgive them I guess I'll be on my own I tried to see it their way I tried to be alone I tried to do my own thing But the trouble with your own thing Is you end up on your own It's a Tuesday night and again I seem To be on my own for the second night in a row Simple lesson here is to try and find a friend To try and find a friend To try and find a friend Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? It's a Tuesday night and I can't be With the people that I love tonight Left me alone and I can't forgive them I guess I'll be on my own Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? I tried to see it their way I tried to be alone I tried to do my own thing But the trouble with your own thing Is you end up on your own You end up on your own You end up on your own |
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| 12. |
| 3:53 |
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Beautiful things it seems to be
Go on all around me I'm so blind I can't see What's going on behind me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me Back of my mind starts to feel Are these things really real? I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me If things aren't real and it's all a game least I know I got your name I'll find the book that's full of hearts call you up and we'll go dance Beautiful things it seems to be Go on all around me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me I'm so glad you found me |
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