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Oh, my dear Marie, how I so long to be
The one who drives you wild, how that would drive me wild
I look into your eyes. I look into your eyes,
I think you look off into space.
Oh my dear Marie, tell me your fantasy
A semi-public place? Pillow stuffed in your face?
A genuine release? A genuine release?
Why do you make me guess, Marie?
Lie with me, you lie to me
You make-believe you died a little death
By my mouth
Sigh a sigh for all to see
I'm watching you so carefully, Marie,
And I can tell the difference
Marie says there's a show for everyone in the know
I do not like the band, but I still decide to go
Oh, they're laying it on thick
They've got a solid shtick
But I will not be fooled, I will not
Lie with me, you lie to me
You make-believe you died a little death
By my mouth
Sigh a sigh for all to see
I'm watching you so carefully, Marie,
And I can tell the difference
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I Will Not Regret
04:47
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Your mom left the stove on when she went off her meds.
We went for a drive once you'd put her to bed.
You said she'd be fine, you managed a smile.
You said that mama can do what she wants.
You said that you don't want to see her again.
You don't owe her anything that you can give.
You said, "If you love me, let's leave here tonight."
What did you want? Did you want me to lie?
I will not say I was wise or was kind,
But I don't know why you did believe me.
Oh, now, go, ever so slowly by,
You know it's not a question of if.
Ever so slowly,
I will not regret
my youth
Your mom called the cops when she found out we'd gone
We pulled up to the cabin just as it got light
And I followed you in
Follow, follow
I followed you in
Follow, follow
Like the bat who flew in through a crack in the floor
We screamed and tried to guide him out the door
Circling up high will not work anymore
The invisible exit's below him.
Oh, now, go, ever so slowly by,
You know it's not a question of if.
Ever so slowly,
I will not regret
my youth
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I hear the train a’coming down the orange line
Smoked pot in the parking lot, now I’m doing my time
You can scoff all you want, it’s the exact same crime
That you commit in your two-bedroom in the new high rise
Day I got out, went by the neighborhood
Just a pit in the ground for the new high rise
They say they're moving us back in
soon as they make it look good
Just in time to forget what it was we were waiting for
Oh, what do you see standing way up there?
Oh, what do you hear, listening from way up there?
No matter what I say, the papers are on your side
They got no reason to keep me here, and I got no reason to stay
My brother took me to the country side
When I want trouble nothing else will suffice
Instead we go down to see his friend into interpretive glance
She says, "oh, can't you see how time keeps dragging on?"
And what about you, are your on your own?
Does your daddy come every time you phone?
Did your momma buy your degree, introduce to you all her friends?
Co-sign the lease on your two-bedroom in the new high rise?
Oh, what do you see standing way up there?
Oh, what do you hear, listening from way up there?
No matter what I say, the papers are on your side
They got no reason to keep me here, and I got no reason to stay
They got no reason to keep me here, and I got no reason to stay
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DC USA
04:06
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This was an empty space
Ever since the king was shot dead
Everything from Ben Ali to Tivoli was burned down
Now, it's an acronym
Putrid from the stench of no smell
Tubes of glowing gas are all that's standing in for the sun
Buy them up and start again
And plaster over every tiny spell
That's standing in for them
And when we're done, we swear
That you won't even recognize this place
But you've got a temper a temper a temper, my dear.
I know if they had their way,
I'd never miss a moment plugged in.
I'd never feel a bead of perspiration form on my brow.
The mind is an empty space
Fill it up and watch it get dim
When every block is just the same,
How will I know where I am?
But why are you so sure
That when we're done,
There will not be a place for you?
A place for everyone
And when we're done, we swear,
That you won't even recognize this place.
But you've got a temper a temper a temper my dear.
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