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Pictures of Presidents
03:32
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I heard there's a hurricane
coming towards New York
and I wondered if you're panicked
or hiding in the attic
There was a man on the internet
who said God was showing His judgment
it had something to do with Israel
and homosexuals
Hey God what's your name again?
I think I saw it on the side of a concession stand
selling Bibles and pictures of presidents
whose names are no longer relevant
I punched myself over and over again
wanting so much to just feel something
It's so hard to be without sin
and still be homosapien
The difficult illusion of the God I'll never know
the infinite pollution of my uncanny soul
is mimicking choreography of the falling snow
Oh my God, it's been a while
You never say hello
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I pray it makes me breathless
this is one for the history books
and despite my looks
I've got my hat on backwards again
me and my very best friend
Don't try and understand it
you know I'm a deity
you can't compare to me
but I'll still draw hearts with a ballpoint pen
and scratch our initials in them
There's a cross with three bars
bulbed and pointed at all my scars
and it makes them show
it makes me glow with a devilish light
And in the arms of this God
He is wrathful and He is proud
He gives us up
He abandons us
cause we're lowlifes
And as I hang on the prongs
I see Right
I see Wrong
and they bow to me
kiss my feet
and it's alright, I'm a criminal
and that's all
I'm a lowlife
I'm a criminal
and that's all
If you ever read this
know that I won the game
your lives are all the same
what fun is life without a little death?
I had nothing left
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Come for coffee, stay for me
get it while it's hot
Seize the possibility
get it while it's hot
I'm my own best enemy
get it while it's hot
Dark eyes follow me
get it while it's hot
Open up the skies for my polka dot parade
she grips sunken ships in her hands
Lying in the sun
it's cold in the shade
Hiding behind words
it's a sham
Come for coffee, stay for me
get it while it's hot
Seize the possibility
get it while it's hot
You can see it there on every word I wrote
I'm a little kid in a big coat
Open up the skies for my polka dot parade
she grips sunken ships in her hands
Lying in the sun
it's cold in the shade
Hiding behind words
it's a sham
Back and forth on the swinging tire
we don't get bored and we don't get tired
let's go higher
Come on over to my house
this self-imposed exile I'm living out
Paralyzed
Come for coffee and stay for me
I'd love to darling but can't you see?
it's a fight
On a summer holiday
those deadline feelings don't go away
it's alright
She asked me if I wanted coffee
with widened eyes
and I said "no"
and I don't know why
I lied
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Tender is the Night
02:26
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Draw your blood from me
I think I'm big enough
I think I'm big enough to carry it all for the both for us
And I won't falter
I wouldn't want to embarrass her
you might be a mistake
but you're the best one I could make
And so I
go go and never run
And I live in the fear of the bigger man
come down and show me your tenderness
Climb on my shoulders
I can't keep afloat
so turn that wretched boat around before I drown
I'm not as young as I once was
and she can see my flaws
you might be a mistake
but you're the best one I could make
And so I
go go and never run
And I live in the fear of the bigger man
come down and show me your tenderness
show me some tenderness
show me tenderness
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The politician's daughter was smarter than her father ever was
And once we had his wallet there wasn't any stopping us
Bathed in the moonlight we made towards the parking garage
Her youth was intoxicating
I was constantly debating who I was
The politician's daughter
loving her got harder as we went on
Her coy devastation
oh boy, it just made me yawn
So I rolled my sleeves up and asked her to please understand
and left her standing still with the wallet in her hand
You know that Love is a one-term man?
Don't say a word if you put it like that
Anything sounds bad if you put it like that
Don't change your hair it looks good like that
This is a waste of my time
I don't need your love
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6. |
She's a Horoscope
04:14
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Elle m'étonne
elle est assez mignonne
pour etre une tueuse
Je me souviens
de la sueur de ses mains
et ça me manque un peu
Something in the way she moves
that all I have to do is think of her
and I know
She's a horoscope
vacant of hope
Elle m'a menti
avec des intentions gentille
et c'est bien pire
Ma petite tueuse
on ne tombe pas amoureuses
sans y réfléchir
Calm down for me
Something in the way she moves
that all I have to do is think of her
and I know
She's a horoscope
vacant of hope
and it's the same old joke
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