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Our friends on the front porch and they telling the jokes and they |
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Swinging oh-so-swiftly towards happier times |
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Expending lines and finding more energy for the effort |
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And getting distance from that front porch spotlight |
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But us, we found peace in the shadows |
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Long enough to see the monsters rise |
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And Candy's got some space to fill in her daydreams |
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Living high on yesterday's lies |
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And talking to me about some zero percent interest |
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And how she got a better deal than the next guy, oh my God |
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And the way the lightning shocked us, oh, when we were lost |
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Around that long deserted highway |
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Well, our hair was longer then, and now I can remember |
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Say, now well I remember oh-so-well |
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Almost too well, now |
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Oh, the roads unencumbered by cats |
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They're burning like wet matches through my miracle mile mind |
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But it's all in my mind |
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You left your thumb print inside me now for months it seems |
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But mine only brushes your soft surface |
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And somehow, somehow it leaves me listless |
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My tongue curls under my lips, oh, oh yes |
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So I can speak to tell you of the months before I met you, love |
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Oh, true love |
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And the way the truth it locked us |
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Right about the time after the lightning it shocked us |
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When we were young, when we were young and missing |
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'Round that small New England byway |
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Our lives they were sheltered then and I can remember |
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And I remember well, so well |
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It's almost too well |
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Well, it's not even being about that anymore |
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I gotta get you down |
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Those tiny fragments of perfection |
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They please me in a time unchanged |
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But it's all the same beginning |
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And it's a long awaited end |
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If I knew all the words I would write myself out of here |
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If I was all the colors I would paint you pretty in gold in a picture |
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So I'm told, little sister |
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So now I'm sold, little sister |
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Why don't you tell me about the sunsets in Sweden |
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And the laws of Eden |
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And how you were the rock of Gibraltar |
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And how they called you foxy? (foxy) |
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Well that's another whole box of Pandora's |
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That's another whole box of them ties |
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Slide your foot off the gas before we crash |
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Right back into the median |
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Right back into into the median, the median |
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Oh lord, it separates |
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Our house from the middle of the street |
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Our house |
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(Alright that's your part this time |
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Here we go say it) |
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Our house (Ah, that's nice) from the middle of the street |
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Our house |
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(Aright I'm gonna give it to Toca this time |
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Oh, okay we're doing this still) |
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Our house from the middle of the street |
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(Uh! Damn, I got a powerhouse back here |
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Hey, they're not making up for the rest of you |
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You're gonna, uhh, okay) |
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(K, only the sexy people) |
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Our house from the middle of the street |
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(Okay, only the horny people) |
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Our house from the middle of the street |
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(Only the sweaty people, ahh |
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You guys aren't sweaty?) |
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Our house from the middle of the street |
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(One more time for the sex-heads) |
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Our house from the middle of the street |
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Our house, our house |
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(In Spanish) |
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Mi casa in del medio de la calle |
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(One more time, here we go) |
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Mi casa in del medio de la calle |
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Oh, mi casa, mi casa, mi casa, su casa |
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Our house |
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Is on the front porch telling jokes and they |
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Swinging oh-so-swiftly towards happier times |
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They expending all those lines and finding more energy for the effort |
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And getting distance from that front porch spotlight |
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But us we found the peace in all of the shadows |
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Oh, long enough to see the monster die |
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Oh, long enough to see the monster die |
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Oh, long enough, is it long enough? |
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Is it long enough, is it long enough for me? |
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Well, if it isn't, and if it isn't |
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And if it isn't, and if it isn't |
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If it ain't ain't, and if it don't |
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Well, if it can't, then it won't |
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Well, if it isn't, and if it isn't |
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And if it isn't, and if it isn't |
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If it ain't ain't, and if it don't |
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Well, if it can't, then it won't |
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And that's just way it goes |
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(Toca freestyling.) |
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(Give yourselves a hand for that one.) |
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