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I, I understand you
when your heart is
out of sort
we limp and trip the same
Oh, love we must be
children of divorce
Two, two beds
two, two sets of clothes
two, two birthdays
two, two home phones
too, too much, too much, too many
deep talks
two, two heads
too much attention to my thoughts
(I don’t want a counselor)
The two of us,
you and I
I know you lived through this too
Too, too many all at once
that’s why we do what we do
Children of two homes
have a tendency to be
sentimental about true love
Children of two homes
have a tendency to be
pretty happy living out of a duffle bag
Children of two homes
have a tendency to know about guilt
Yeah we know how to work each other over
but we try not to take advantage of it
Two, two separate kitchens
Two, two separate chefs
Two, two sets of rules
Two, two separate pets
too, too much, too much, too many
many dark thoughts
Two, to sides to it all
I just want to walk
The two of us,
you and I
I know you lived through this too
Too, too many all at once
that’s why we do what we do
Children of two homes
have a tendency to be
better looking
Children of two homes
have a tendency to
let the dark side in
Children of two homes
have a tendency
to wish things worked out in the end
Yeah we know how to shout it out
and we shout it out again and again
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Things I Lose
(free)
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Early morning leaving town
left my sweater to be found
Whose body will it come to fit?
What happens to the things I’ve left?
Late night, the closing crowd
left my guitar to be found
Whose fingers will its callous grow?
Whose songs on the radio?
Where do all the things I lose go?
I hope they’re keeping you warm
Where do all the things I lose go?
And, will they ever come?
Wide field, my dog won’t stop
missing posters on every block
Whose voice will he come to obey?
Why do good dogs run away?
I know you only in this room
single nights to sweat us through
Whose frailty will you come to need?
What will happen when they leave?
Chorus
We are the body of what remains…
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Hipsters playing sports!
I think your muscles
are purely ornamental
I think they’re just for show
just like an instrumental
I can’t really rush the net
no medical or dental
Proud of your farm team
my style’s more continental
I’m the drinking team rep
take down a whole beer tentful
I do my warm ups
listening to Barney Bentall
But if you hold my cardigan
We’ll go play some badminton
On the court, on the lawn
put me on, put me on
Don’t pick me last
I’ll put on a show
And if you want to see me
go, go, go, go
Then take me where the pale ale flows
I like your skinny jeans
they’re good for all athletics
No need to shop at MEC
it’s like your wearing spandex
How did you fit that paperback in your back pocket?
The Unbearable Lightness of Being helps you jump high
that’s your secret!
You’re making me a mix tape while you run
mad respect
Breathing hard is analogue
yeah, you’re the best!
And if I like your moustache
we’ll do the hundred meter dash
Chorus
I get most my exercise
from frolicking
Black coffee is low carb
you won’t find me in the gym
You want endorphins
just have an orgasm
I’ll pass on fitness class
I’m fit at having fun
I’ve heard that muscles
are good for the immune system
No need to bench press
just play accordion
Ben Brown don’t need to bench press
he plays the drums!
I see fine through my Ray Bans
they block out the beach bunny spray tans
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