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Bad Breeze
03:30
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Good news, the fates are smiling
They're looking down on me
Extend an invitation to find some company
But what's the point of going when the wind is always blowing in the wrong direction
What's the point of trying with the icy-hearted smiling, I could be the worst one, I could be the best one
Head home, another setback, it wasn't what I want
Slight pull brings down my shoulders, I feel it in my gut
What's the point of going when the wind is always blowing in the wrong direction
What's the point of trying with the icy-hearted smiling
I could be the worst one, I could be the best one
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Lawnmower
03:41
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Shake the hand shut the door what you came here for
isn't anymore
You could shut the door
Cut the grass, cut my hair, brought the paper in
Calling it a win, and every little win is feeling like a joke
But I could shut the door
And sink into lobotomy
It wasn't there before
Wasn't on the course
Shake the hand, steady hand, steady as a rock
My trembly fingers knot, cling to what they've got
It's feeling like a joke that I could shut the door
Sink into a part of me
But you could shut the door
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All of the Time
01:40
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I don't walk around with all of the time that you think I've got
I wasn't around half of the time, did you feel forgot?
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Washed Up
04:20
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It could've been a coup, could've really knocked it out
You coulda really been something, coulda really knocked it out
Saw you in the street sulking around the town, coulda really been something, coulda really knocked it out
But oh I never really cared, never look around so you don't get scared
Oh I, stick inside the mud, dragging it around til it don't get done
I wanna wash it off, expel it out my mouth
All the ugly little things I talk about, but I wouldn't have a thing to talk about
Coulda been a coup, coulda really knocked it out
Coulda really been something, coulda really knocked it out
But oh I never really cared, never look around so you don't get scared
Oh I, stick inside the mud, dragging it around til it don't get done
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5. |
Attic Song
03:17
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I wasn't bored, I went up at night
A blanket and light, I feel alright
A spare room upstairs, forgot every care
And set out to rot
But I forgot
I forgot
That if they should come
And snatch me away
I've nothing to show
So why'd I go
And why'd I stay
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Couch
02:53
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Everybody left your home, get disappointed on their own
Why'd you wrap your fingers round a time you could forget about
There's something underneath your couch
Place is warming up just fine
You fill it to the brim at night
Faces greet you at the door
Collecting what they came here for
They wonder what you do it for
It gets so hard to understand
He shoots his foot with his own hand
I do my best to shut my mouth
But I know what he's all about
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Breather
02:36
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8. |
Better Gardens
04:01
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He plants his feet where he was grown and never known
Beyond the point of no return and no reward
But he soaked it up
And cracked a smile for the mass appeal
And he gets tucked in and throws one up
As a last appeal
For better homes, better gardens, all the time
Still 30 years to go from here until it's done
A Windsor chair (and sofa too!) to spend them on
But he soaked it up and cracked a smile for the mass appeal
And he gets tucked in
And throws one up
As a last appeal
For better homes, better gardens, all the time
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