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| 1. |
| 2:08 | 
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I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet, The ground beneath their feet Is a nautically map sheet as thin as paper while it slips away from you |
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| 2. |
| 3:16 |
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Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas, too, they're cruel So if there's any other way to spell the word It's fine with me, with me Why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said That I haven't got the words for you All your diction, dripping with disdain Through the pain, I always tell the truth Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? I climbed to Dharamshala too, I did I met the highest lama His accent sounded fine to me, to me Check your handbook, it's no trick Take the chapstick, put it on your lips Crack a smile, adjust my tie Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys Why would you lie about how much coal you have? Why would you lie about something dumb like that? Why would you lie about anything at all? First the window, then it's through the wall Li'l Jon, he always tells the truth Check your passport, it's no trick Take the chapstick, put it on your lips Crack a smile, adjust my tie Know your butler, unlike other guys Why would you lie about how much coal you have? Why would you lie about something dumb like that? Why would you lie about anything at all? First the window, then it's through the wall Why would you tape my conversations? Show your paintings at the United Nations Li'l Jon, he always tells the truth |
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| 3. |
| 2:18 |
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Johanna drove slowly into the city
The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger, oh oh oh A thousand years in one piece of silver She took it from his lily white hand Showed no fear, she'd seen the thing In the Young Men's Wing at Sloan-Kettering Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Ay ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! His Honor drove southward seeking exotica Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas, oh oh oh I saw Johanna down in the subway She took an apartment in Washington Heights Half of the ring lies here with me But the other half's at the bottom of the sea Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Ay ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! |
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| 4. |
| 3:35 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:16 |
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It's going to take a little time
While you're waiting like a factory line I'll ride across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass So go, I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway Pollination yellow cab Woah, woah You walk up the stairs See the French kids by the door Up one more flight See the Buddha on the second floor Coronation rickshaw grab So go, I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway Racist dreams you should not have No excuse to be so callous Dress yourself in bleeding Madras Charm your way across the Khyber Pass Stay awake to break the habit Sing in praise of Jackson Crowther Watch your step along the arch of No excuse to be so callous Dress yourself in bleeding Madras Charm your way across the Khyber Pass Stay awake to break the habit Sing in praise of Jackson Crowther Watch your step along the arch of glass |
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| 6. |
| 2:57 |
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I wake up, my shoulder's cold, I've got to leave you
Before I go I pull my shirt on, walk out the door Drag my feet along the floor I pull my shirt on, walk out the door Drag my feet along the floor Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus Cruel professor, studying romances How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again? How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again? Walked to class in front of ya Spilled kefir on your keffiyah You look inside and turn to the door Drag your feet along the floor Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus Cruel professor, studying romances How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again? How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again? In the afternoon You're out on the stone and grass And I'm sleeping on the balcony After class In the afternoon You're out on the stone and grass And I'm sleeping on the balcony After class In the afternoon You're out on the stone and grass And I'm sleeping on the balcony After class In the afternoon You're out on the stone and grass And I'm sleeping on the balcony After class |
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| 7. |
| 2:13 |
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Ion displacement won't work in the basement
Especially, when I'm not with you Here in the heartland, a feeling so startling I don't what I should do Oh Bryn, you see through the dark Right past the fireflies that sleep in my heart You know, it's easy to see Wait for the season to come back to me Lights by the ocean A westerly motion that moves California to sea Eyes like a seagull No Kansas born beetle could ever come close to that free Oh Bryn, you see through the dark Right past the fireflies that feed in my heart You know, it's easy to see Wait for the season to come back to me |
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| 8. |
| 3:13 |
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Occident out on the weekend
That's the way that we relax English Breakfast tastes like Darjeeling But she's too cute to even ask Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face) Nastiness will cause your doom Turn and walk back to your room The precedent's already set now You spend a week in Old San Juan Spanish brownstone with chairs of leather And Spanish waves to roll along Majesty's not overheard Cryptographs can't stand the word Oh your collegiate grief has left you dowdy in sweatshirts Absolute horror! 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 9. |
| 2:40 |
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You've been checking on my facts
And I admit I have been lax In double-screening what I say It wasn't funny anyway I stand corrected I stand corrected No one cares when you are wrong But I've been at this far too long To act like that when we should be In perfect harmony I stand corrected I, oh, I stand corrected Lord knows I haven't tried I'll take my stand one last time Forget the protocol I'll take your hand right in mine I stand corrected I, oh, I stand corrected |
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| 10. |
| 3:42 |
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Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, mystic seaport is that way Don't you know that your life could be lost? Out of Cape Cod tonight Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, 'The Bottleneck' is a shit show Hyannisport is a ghetto Out of Cape Cod tonight The lobster's claw is sharp as knives Evil feasts on human lives The holy Roman empire roots for you Walcott, all the way to New Jersey All the way to The Garden State Out of Cape Cod tonight Walcott, fuck the women from Wellfleet Fuck the bears out in Provincetown Heed my words and take flight Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott, don't you know that it's insane? Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod? Out of Cape Cod tonight? |
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| 11. |
| 4:03 |
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