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Grand Optimist
04:05
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I fear I'm dying of complications
Complications due to things I've left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid
Feel like a cripple without a cane
I'm like a jack of all trades
Who's a master of none
Then there's my father
He's always looking on the bright side
Saying things like
"Son, life just ain't that hard"
He is the grand optimist
I am the world's poor pessimist
You give him burdensome times
And he will escape unscarred
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother
I used to be quite resilient
Gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary
And now the wound has begun to turn
Another lesson that has gone unlearned
But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother
I guess I take after my mother
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2. |
Monday Monday Monday
03:14
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This week or last week
I don't really care about it anymore
I write myself this later
I tell myself you let me go
Without me
Oh what's wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Your house or mine
I don't really care about it anymore
I close my eyes
I make myself unhappy so you'll go
Without me
Oh what's wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Oh, and I
I say damn your mood swings
Damn your mood swings
Oh, and I
I say damn your moodswings
Damn your mood swings
I'm calling out
I don't really care for your city anymore
I spend the night
I lay awake and miss you when you go
Without me
Oh what's wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Monday Monday Monday
Oh, and I
I say damn your mood swings
Oh, and I
I say damn your mood swings
Damn your mood swings
Oh, and I
I say damn your mood swings
Damn your mood swings
Oh, and I
I say damn your mood swings
Damn your mood swings
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3. |
Flaws
03:14
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When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
The wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
They lie there hand in hand
Ones we've inherited, ones that we learned
They pass from man to man
There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let's finish what we've started
Dig them up, so nothing's left untouched
All of your flaws and all of my flaws,
When they have been exhumed
We'll see that we need them to be who we are
Without them we'd be doomed
There's a hole in my soul
I can't fill it, I can't fill it
There's a hole in my soul
Can you fill it? Can you fill it?
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up; let's finish what we've started
Dig them up, so nothing's left untouched
Ooh
Ooh
When all of your flaws
And all of my flaws are counted
When all of your flaws
And all of my flaws are counted
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up. Let's finish what we've started
Dig them up. So nothing's left untouched
Ooh
Ooh
All of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
Look at the wonderful mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
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4. |
I Know Places
03:52
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I know places we can go babe
I know places we can go babe
And the high won't fade here babe
No, the high won't hurt here babe
I know places we can go babe
I know places we can go babe
Where the highs won't bring you down babe
No, the highs won't hurt you there babe
Don't ask me when, but ask me why
Don't ask me how, but ask me where
There is a road, there is a way
There is a place, there is a place
I know places we can go babe
Come in home, come on to fold babe
And the high won't fade here babe
No, the high won't hurt then babe
So, come lay
And wait, now won't you lay?
And wait, waiting on me
I know places we can go babe
Come in home, come on to fold babe
I know places we can go babe
Coming home, come unfold babe
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5. |
Exile Vilify
04:50
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Exile
It takes your mind
Again
Exile
It takes your mind
Again
You got sucker's luck
Have you given up
Does it feel like a trial
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine
Exile
It takes your mind
Again
Exile
It takes your mind
Again
Oh, you meant so much
Have you given up
Does it feel like a trial
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine
Does it feel like a trial
Now you're thinking too fast, you're like marbles on glass
Vilify
Don't even try
Vilify
Don't even try
You got sucker's luck
Have you given up
Does it feel like a trial
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine
Does it feel like a trial
Did you fall far for the same emptinesses again
Vilify
Don't even try
Vilify
Don't even try
Vilify
Don't even try
Vilify
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