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Here we are again
You're too good to be my friend
But you dress like a catalog
Isotoner and London Fog
In imitation leather
And if you ask me nicely
We could dress for sunny weather
It grows on me
It grows on you
Not like I expected it to
Engineer a circumstance
I see London you see France
I could see you watching
From the back seat of your car
And if you ask me nicely
Maybe we wouldn't have to drive so far
You don't have to be afraid
I'm on my best behavior
You're curled up like a cannonball
I want to lay where the mortars fall
That's you and me together
And if you ask me nicely
I might wear your feather boa
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Ghosts = People
03:05
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Ghosts are people just like you and me
They do the dishes and they watch TV
They call their mothers but it's never often enough
Ghosts are people just like all of us
They do the crossword when they're waiting for the bus
And when they cross their fingers, it means good luck
Not that you were going to need it
But maybe it would bear repeating
You want to call a dead man's bluff
But you never were that tough
We met on the run
Thought I might be the one you're running towards
The EVP your heart records
I want you to be here with me
To taste and touch and smell and see
I know you can't feel my skin
But we'll never be this close again
Ghosts have feelings just like everyone else
It's never easy to ask for someone's help
When it's the kind of something you want to keep to yourself
It's already begun
And I know you're the one I'm running towards
There's just one thing more
I want you to be here with me
To taste and touch and smell and see
I know you can't feel my skin
But we'll never be this close again
Ghosts are people just like me and you
They finish the laundry, then they wonder what to do
And when they figure it out
They almost never follow through
I want you to be here with me
To taste and touch and smell and see
I know you can't feel my skin
But we'll never be this close again
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Erie Board of Trade
03:27
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From a canal boat made my way
Two hundred fifty cents a day
The Erie Board of Trade
We took a cursed Scot aboard
The wind died on that morning
The rigging split him like a sword
He said
Captain on the bow
Don't you tell me how to feel
When it's not your ship that's sinking
Don't you tell me what
What it is you're thinking
About
We tossed him in the water
When we got to Benton Harbor
Of course the captain, he gave the order
My first watch the next night
The canvass stretched drum tight
And then a face appeared blood white
He said
Captain at the helm
There's an overwhelming feeling
That it's you who's going down
And I don't care
Don't care who knows that I'm going to be around
I'll be around
When this ship goes down
Your name's not on the list
Of passengers who might be missed
You better find yourself some technology
You better do it fast
Cause the wind is not the last to die
You must be ready
You must be ready
Captain on the deck
Said he felt around his neck
Two hands we could not see
And as he died he turned his face
He turned his face to me
Looking right at me
Looking right at me
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Winter
03:10
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I didn't get it
Until the sunlight hit it
It was obscured
By some new kind of cloud
Opened up
The city streets
But is it safe for us to breathe
What is this new
This new kind of Krakatoa
And on the news they say
This won't last, this ain't right
I kind of like it
A day for night, a day for night
It gets dark
At eleven A.M.
And they're betting
They're betting that we all stay in
No one around can see us now
I can't tell if we're indoors or outdoors anyhow
We're all covered in ash
It's a new kind of Krakatoa
I don't miss the sun
Or miss the stars
Or miss the blue sky
I kind of like it
A day for night
Day for night
It gets dark
At eleven A.M.
But we're letting
A new kind of daylight in
No one around can see us now
I can't tell if we're indoors or outdoors anyhow
We're all covered in ash
It's a new kind of Krakatoa
I don't miss the sun
Or miss the stars
Or miss the blue sky
I kind of like it
A day for night
Day for night
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Dusty
03:18
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You can't walk in a straight line
I don't mind
I don't mind
You can't walk in a straight line
I think we're running out of time
I don't mind
I don't mind
I think we're running out of time
I'm tired of waiting on you
Nothing is a frustrating thing you have asked me to do
Is there something that we're heading for
It can be less, it can be more
Is there some place we're headed towards
I don't mind if we're standing still
If that's all that's on the bill
I don't mind if we're standing still
We can move forward
Or we can retreat
But the world doesn't stand still
It revolves around me
I'm tired of waiting on you
Nothing is a frustrating thing you have asked me to do
And I'm not going to do it
Nothing is a frustrating thing
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Bird Ate My Donut Chicago
With big guitars, and keyboards strangely reminiscent of video games, this Chicago foursome consistently brings the rock, as in rock music, not to be confused with Dwayne Johnson. Cause that would be weird.
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