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Dirtbag
03:12
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Well I went to bed at five in the morning woke up six in the afternoon
Yeah, I went to bed when people were waking up I guess people were sleeping then too
I been looking a lot in the mirror lately not so sure I like what I see
It's not that the mirror smudged, no it's dirty, but I think that it's me
'cause I'm a dirtbag
a dirtbag it's true
Yeah, I'm a dirtbag
a dirtbag like you
Well I went out drinking this weekend I drank so much that I puked
This is nothing new — this is normal now, it's not just a fluke
Waking up naked no idea how I got in this bed
Well I undressed you last night I undressed you last night in my head
'cause I'm a dirtbag
a dirtbag it's true
Yeah, I'm a dirtbag
a dirtbag like you
'cause you'd find
that I could be a nicer guy
if you would just cut me some slack
No
I'm a dirtbag
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Keep It In
03:50
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I've still found happiness without you
No grim demise; it's not the end
Though I have my regrets about it
But I have learned to keep it in
I thought that I had grown much older
But I still make the same mistakes
I wanna throw a temper tantrum
But I have learned to keep it in
Just how long should I repent now?
When does my sentence end
The jury's out and they want blood, yeah
So cuff me up and lock me in
It's not like you were such an angel
You're in a glass house sippin' gin
But I can't voice these thoughts in public
No, I have learned to keep 'em in
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San Francisco
04:04
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I'm so damn tired of songs about San Francisco
Like it's the only place to fall in love
Don't you feel bad for all the other cities?
Like Toledo
or Amsterdam, I guess
'cause truth be told, it's a shithole of a city
It's a place where my heart has gone to live
So don't remind me Tony Bennett — Scott McKenzie
I'll turn off the radio
Please please just get out of my head
Yeah and fuck you, you shithole, San Francisco
Yeah just fuck you, you shithole, San Francisco
But don't forget me
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I Wanna Be A Machine
03:20
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I wanna be a machine
I wanna be a machine
Just so perfect and clean
I'd say nearly pristine
I wouldn't have any worries
I wouldn't have any cares
My main concern would be
My next oil check oh no
I wanna be a machine
I wanna be a machine
Just put the coin slot in me
I'm ready to be free
So put me down in the basement
And cut off all my feet
Oh I could lay there forgotten
Until you sell me for cheap at a garage sale
I wanna be a machine
I wanna be a machine
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Doctor's Orders
03:53
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I didn't know that you were my doctor
I didn't know that I was even sick
Yet you still give — you give me prescription
You wanna tell me how to live
I didn't know that you were my doctor
I always thought that we were only friends
You still give — you give me prescription
You wanna tell me how to live
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Go Slow
05:54
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Go slow
Slow as you can go
'cause I know
Slow's the way to go
'cause every time
You feel it
And every time
You mean it
Slow down
Don't take it too fast
'cause I know
We both want it to last
'cause every time
You feel it
And every time
You mean it
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7. |
Eulalia
07:05
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