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More playtime in GarageBand. Maybe a little meaner this time.
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they're inseparable lovers
they're obnoxious in public
they get me in trouble
they embarrass even each other
i can't tell the difference between them anymore
from here we go forward on foot
i wish i'd incinerate
but in the stead of my optimist outlook
i emit an eerie glow
second rate sun,
oh, yeah i'm impressed
but i can't tell the difference
anymore
if i point up
whether it be to heaven, manhattan or new haven
you tirelessly describe the dangers of an inevitable descent
you are a fatigued, fucked up record
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
thank god i am immobile here on the ground
I BETTER THANK GOD, you smirk,
for the safety of having you around
they're inseparable lovers
they're obnoxious in public
they get me in trouble
they embarrass even each other
i can't tell the difference between them anymore
all i hear is a recording,
he hears ominous footsteps
and if i am getting boring
he finds someone
and they do as he says
they disguise
i can't tell the difference anymore
he's taking off his shirt
in this country, he is a king
he stands on tables, voice is booming
commands
union square to sing sing sing
from here we go forward on foot
i wish i'd incinerate
but in the stead of my optimist outlook
i emit an eerie glow
second rate sun,
but i can't tell the difference
between my mind and my mouth anymore
they're obnoxious in public
they get me in trouble
they embarrass even each other
i can't tell the difference between them anymore
from here we go forward on foot
i wish i'd incinerate
but in the stead of my optimist outlook
i emit an eerie glow
second rate sun,
oh, yeah i'm impressed
but i can't tell the difference
anymore
if i point up
whether it be to heaven, manhattan or new haven
you tirelessly describe the dangers of an inevitable descent
you are a fatigued, fucked up record
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
thank god i am immobile here on the ground
I BETTER THANK GOD, you smirk,
for the safety of having you around
they're inseparable lovers
they're obnoxious in public
they get me in trouble
they embarrass even each other
i can't tell the difference between them anymore
all i hear is a recording,
he hears ominous footsteps
and if i am getting boring
he finds someone
and they do as he says
they disguise
i can't tell the difference anymore
he's taking off his shirt
in this country, he is a king
he stands on tables, voice is booming
commands
union square to sing sing sing
from here we go forward on foot
i wish i'd incinerate
but in the stead of my optimist outlook
i emit an eerie glow
second rate sun,
but i can't tell the difference
between my mind and my mouth anymore
