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January 27
01:34
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it was
too cold to smoke, so you pulled me in the bathroom
you said you knew this would happen since J2
too cold to smoke, my hands are freezing
let's have another one anyway
but I keep going back to
the year when all I knew was
two by fours and the freckles on her cheeks
I meant it when I said I'd meet you on January 27, 2032
I watched you cry into your french fries
but I don't think anyone saw you
watched you cry till the vinegar got in your eyes
you watched me cry into my french fries
but I keep going back to
the year when all I knew was
two by fours and the freckles on her cheeks
I meant it when I said I'd meet you on
January 27, 2032
I'm still thinking about you
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Knucklehead
02:22
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I still remember the name you had for me
"knucklehead"
we'd watch the crows through the window from the couch
been about eight years now, but I still feel small
homuncular
one too many microwaved hot dogs
bloated, but never taller
my dad was five foot eight
I am just five foot four and a little bit thinner than you
"knucklehead"
other four inches stored away in the camper in the back
it's been about eight years now, but I still feel guilty
I missed you that day
a ghost in the liners of a Springsteen CD
older, but never over
my dad was five foot eight
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Frog Song
02:06
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Polly-wog
slimy skin
us frogs just wanna be treated with kindness
please be tender to the frog
Ugly James
gape-a-grin
toad gone wrong
we're just frogs
Billy Bandy-Knees
a frog is just as sensitive
We're just frogs
we're naked in the summer
and when the winter comes again, we'll cover ourselves in mud
We're just frogs
our bodies are soft
and just because you have a chance
doesn't mean that you have to take it
we all turn ugly sometimes
so be gentle
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Drained
01:10
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Cut myself shaving
the blood and Barbasol tastes like candy
it tastes like Friday Night
I haven't slept right in a little while
It was the postcards
it was the phone call
And I am sick of feeling drained in the middle of the day
And I'm ashamed I let it get to me
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Better
03:21
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I had dreams
that everybody hated me
and it wasn't very hard to believe
So when you asked me to beg for it
I whispered please
I should have screamed
And if I'm bitter
it's just cause I'm better
Don't sing my praises
Your voice isn't so fucking sweet
You can tell your master
I've got my own goddamn plans
I roll my eyes
and if I go to hell that's fine
And if I'm bitter
it's just cause I'm better
I'm a cliche and I'm OK
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Summer of Blood
01:37
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You made out with the uber driver
I'm not mad about it, I just wanted that five star rating
and it don't mean anything
it's nothing
I wanna be the guy who names the greyhound buses
I'd name them things like sweet little darling
that's a good name, but there are better ones
come on over to it
and I'm a good bus, but there are better ones
just forget about it, the summer of blood
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