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| 5:12 | 
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no one's picking up the phone
guess it's me and me and this little masochist she's ready to confess all the things that I never thought that she could feel and hey Jupiter nothings been the same so are you gay are you blue thought we both could use a friend to run to and I thought I wouldn't have to keep with you hiding thought I knew myself so well all the dolls I had took my leather off the shelf your apocalypse was fab for a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath and I thought I wouldn't have to be with you a magazine no one's picking up the phone guess it's clear he's gone and this little masochist is lifting up her dress guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel hey Jupiter |
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| 2. |
| 5:34 |
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Don't say morning's come
Don't say it's up to me If I could take 25 minutes Out of the record books Sugar, He brings me sugar Bobby's collecting bees and hammers he used one on me Cold war with little boys Get in with a bubble gum trade and Sugar, bring me sugar And all the robins bring Bring me many things but Sugar, oh sugar He brings me sugar As far as I can tell I've been gone for miles now And you know, and I know I don't know me very well And you know, and I know If they found me out What you gonna do What you gonna do when they find you out What you gonna do when they find out you're nothing but sugar Oh sugar, all the robins bring Sugar, he brings me sugar And all the robins bring They bring me many things but Sugar, he brings me sugar And all the robins bring They bring many things but Sugar Oh sugar Sugar Sugar Sugar |
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| 3. |
| 4:20 |
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A little dust never stopped me none
he liked my shoes I kept them on sometimes I can hold my tongue, sometimes not when you just skip-to-loo my darlin' and you know what you're doin' so don't even you're just too used to my honey now you're just too used to my honey and I think i could leave your world if she was the better girl so when we died I tried to bribe the undertaker cause I'm not sure what you're doin' or the reason you're just too used to my honey now you're just too used to my honey don't bother coming down I made a friend of the western sky don't bother coming down you always liked your babies tight turn back one last time love to watch those cowboys ride but cowboys know cowgirls ride on the Indian side and you know what you're doin' so don't even you're just too used to my honey now you're just too used to my honey |
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| 4. |
| 4:33 |
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slag pit
stag shit honey bring it close to my lips yes don't blow those brains yet we gotta be big boy we gotta be big starfucker just like my Daddy just like my Daddy selling his baby just like my Daddy gonna strike a deal make him feel like a Congressman it runs in the family rest your shoulders Peaches and Cream everywhere a Judas as far as you can see Beautiful angel calling "we got every re-run of Muhammed Ali" prism perfect honey bring it close to your lips yes what is termed a landslide of principle proportioned boy it better be big boy starfucker just like my Daddy just like my Daddy selling his baby just like my Daddy gonna strike a deal make him feel like a Congressman it runs in the family Mother Mary china white brown may be sweeter she will supply |
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| 4:32 |
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Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. One day I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly, Birds fly over the rainbow, Why, oh why can't I? Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly, Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then, oh why can't I |
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