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Boys Club
06:20
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Some suffer latent tension, some awkward conversation about the things they left you out of
There's nothing here for you
It's not a marathon; it's a sprint to see who's legacy and who can't get a bid
Old boys' club
So sad to say you're just not our type, alright?
Get out and study finance, go study business somewhere else
But don't go too far - come back and work on LaSalle Street
All's quiet on the lake front; in silence question who's a poser and whose luck hit it big
Seems so much better in my head to think of what could have been instead
Another high school daydream laid to rest
Never to wake again
Old boys' club
Don't even try, you're just not our type, alright?
Some suffer best intentions, some never meet their expectations
No waiting call, no invite, you're stuck on the outside, look in
Are you not having fun? Aren't you amused? Why don't you sit down and tell what's wrong with you?
Seems so much better in my head to think of what could have been instead
Another high school daydream laid to rest
Never to
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2. |
Vodka for Dog People
05:03
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Everybody's in love but me
Open your fortress blue to fields of green
Portraits of canyons wide as someone's dreams
Everybody's in love but me
I thought I might try and open my heart to someone new
For the first time since winter of '15
Feel someone else's fingers
Intertwined within mine
But there's nobody else around
Everybody's in love but me
Take a walk around the block and see
Never will ever come to be
Everybody's in love but me
I'll use the same chords over again 'cause I want to
And whitewash all these fault lines, it's by virtue
Don't want to see you in my mind's eye, how dare you
Don't want to hear you in my friend's mouth, why would you
I thought I might try and get back up just one more time
But this bird's got a fear of heights from too many near-death flights
So I won't fight and I won't hide
It might just kill me this next time
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3. |
Too Bad So Sad
05:00
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"Too bad, so sad" describe so many people from my youth
And all the people I look up to for guidance or truth
Who made it or won't
Nobody no one knows
So irreverent and so alone
What has the sad world done to you?
Leave what's dead in letters read
Who's heard what and who's hurt who?
Who wrote my memoir and left it on repeat in your room?
That's why you don't love me like I do
And you can't see me like I see you, clear and through
Letter true
What has the sad world done to you?
So sad to say it's done me too
You broke your bones on bruised skin
Passed down from stranger to next of kin
Show me those x-rays and I'll show you mine
And trade you bled heart for broke spine
Too bad, so sad
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