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Baby Britain
baby britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka separated from the rest fights problems with bigger problems sees the ocean fall and rise counts the waves that somehow didn't hit her water pouring from her eyes alcoholic and very bitter for someone half as smart you'd be a work of art you put yourself apart and i can't help until you start we knocked another couple back the dead soldiers lined up on the table still prepared for an attack they didn't know they'd been disabled felt a wave a rush of blood you won't be happy 'til the bottle's broken and you're out swimming in the flood you kept back you kept unspoken for someone half as smart you'd be a work of art you put yourself apart and i can't help until you start you got a look in your eye when you're saying goodbye like you wanna say hi the light was on but it was dim revolver's been turned over and now it's ready once again the radio was playing 'crimson and clover' london bridge is safe and sound no matter what you keep repeating nothing's gonna drag me down to a death that's not worth cheating for someone half as smart you'd be a work of art you put yourself apart and i can't help until you start for someone half as smart you'd be a work of art you put yourself apart |
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Waltz 1 -by Elliott Smith
Everytime the day darkens down and goes away pictures open in my head of me and you silent and cliché all the things we did and didn't say covered by what we did and didn't do going through every out i used to cope to make the repetition stop: what was i supposed to say? now i never leave my zone we're both alone i'm going home i wish i'd never seen your face |
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You got your head turned around
Walking upside down Through the sunken dream Through the crushing crowd You don't know what it means Because you're a broken machine You won't lisp it out You're dressing up your man It's all second hand It's all hindsight You don't understand It's just an empty scene It's still an empty scheme You want to block it out But I know what I'm going to do With this big doubt I'm going to make it go away When you go walking out in The rose city Without a fucking clue With an attitude Knowing what you need What you will not do The enemy is you You beat up on yourself Because there ain't no one else Who feels quite as good To put straight through hell You know yourself well You know what you're about Just want to block it out Well, I know what I'm going to do With this big doubt I'm going to hide my face away Block it out Well, I know what I'm going to do With this big doubt I'm going to make it go away |
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Bottle Up and Explode! by Elliott Smith
bottle up and explode over and over keep the troublemaker below put it away and check out for the day and in for a round of overexposure the thing mother nature provides to get up and go bottle up and explode seeing the stars surrounding you red white and blue you look and him like you've never known him but I know for a fact that you have the last time you cried who'd you think was inside? thinking that you were about to come over but i'm tired now of waiting for you you never show bottle up and go, if you're gonna hide it's up to you I'm coming through bottle up and go, I can make it outside I'll get though becoming you becoming you becoming you |
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