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White Page
02:54
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When your volunteering sword
Slays the monster and comes home
It's gonna meet what I've done
And you may cry all afternoon
And waste the treasure to get through
All of the cover-ups made
Underneath it's just this virginal white page
I don't know who are, not now, not ever
There's nothing you should tell them at the gate
I don't know who you are, that's the way it should be
We were saddled up and pressed
To surrender, so I guessed
We would talk it all through
You said "baby we'll be educated by it"
We were not, we were black and were blue
Then again it's just this virginal white page
I don't know who are, not now, not ever
There's no information left to fabricate
I don't know who you are, that's the way it should be
Wrote it down, thought all the lines were drawn
Wrote it down, thought nothing more
embarrassing would come out
Wrote it down, thought all the lines were drawn
They were nothing more than figurines
In wax house scenes of you
1 2 3 4 5 6 bullets in the revolver,
Sent them home, hoping one might stick
Threw that firearm in the pond
Behind the castle, turned around,
Your ghost was somewhere else
Under bedsheet like a virginal white page
I don't know who are, not now, not ever
In a moment I will tell them at the gate
I don't know who you are, that's the way it should be
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2. |
Too Fast to Test
01:28
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Those are irrelevant songs to me
I'm not in love this week
I have all I've ever wanted, all I need
The sordid affair's just barely started
You're seeing signs in things
That I know are over
She made it work for me
So I made the ultimatum
Love is a thing that is way
Too fast to test
Some angel, waving
your cap halo at everything
Some angel, tipping
your cap halo at everyone
Not sorry to wanna opt out of it
(repeat chorus)
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I Lost Them Both
01:59
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I lost them both
Somehow the show must go on
I'm a real "the show must
go on" kinda guy
How so?
How can I compartmentalize
As a real "the show must
go on" kinda guy?
That is something, that is something
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't
Compartmentalize
It's gonna be a weight on my back today
They married each other in 1988
And I lost them both
There's gonna be a crick in my neck forever
How so?
How can I compartmentalize
As a real "the show must
go on" kinda guy?
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How can you ask me to choose between
The colors of Nature's Beautiful Flowers?
I wanna cheat on them all.
How can you ask me to choose between
The colors of Nature's Beautiful Flowers, how?
Faded options they plant in rows
Forsake them for one red rose
Doctor knows
(repeat verse)
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