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Sometimes when I make love, I look up at the ceiling
Like a camera in the office, and I yell 'Once more with feeling!'
In my head because I'm tired, and it's nothing personal
Just I'm fried, and I don't know how to be better in time
I wanna do things, but I don't want to wanna do things
I feel guilty for relaxing, I'm not sure that I exist
Beyond the four walls of my office, or a dance class, or a coffee
Scheduled careful in my diary, for my friends to find
And confirm that I'm busy, I'm busy, I'm busy growing
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I've never been blonde, and I'd never learned to learn before I met you
Am I really living my life without a pair of kitchen scissors and a carton of peroxide?
Think about how I live in one bedroom, call it home and yet somehow, I've been better
Too scared to wake the neighbours so I fall asleep at midnight leaving you to entertain yourself
Why can't I be cool enough to move to Berlin?
Why can't I be cool enough to move to Berlin?
We'd smoke cigarettes in alleys if we moved to Berlin
We'd play tiny sold out shows if we just moved to Berlin
I've been here before, I've known my way around this crevice
Yet it's never been easier, I think it's actually more difficult if I can't name the feelings
My doctor gives me Prozac and it gives me hives three days in
My therapist says she doesn't think I wanna be here because I always take the easy way out
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Kim Pine
03:09
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Hold out your hands, write down your name
I swear we'll take this to our graves
I write my name, write it down in blood
I hide it with all the other books
I've never taken my turn
I get too close to the sink
I hurt my head but it pulls me in
I sew my mouth so nothing comes out
I tear the board but it doesn't burn
I say hi friend, but you try to run
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Mystery Inc
02:07
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Going to the cemetery, gonna hunt some fiends of the undead
Got some stakes and got some snacks, and my date for the party tonight
The cemetery is locked up tight, but they forgot that we can climb
Got holy water in my hair and we'll still make it to the party tonight
Some people don't believe us, but that's all right
Gonna hunt some creatures of the night
Looking so good in my coolest clothes
And we'll still make it to the party tonight
Walking through the old tombstones, digging up some vampire bones
It's not vandalism it's public service, gonna not get arrested tonight
My baby's on the lookout for cops and fiends, while I set up the ritual rites
Try to remember the way back out so we can make it to that party tonight
The party's at 9, it’s at Sarah's flat,
The drinks will be cold and the music is loud,
My clothes are on point and my date is so cool,
And no one's on time for parties these days
We made it to the party, my jeans are torn
My date is annoyed, the cool kids are gone
But if we don't hunt vampires, then who will
But I kinda wish we'd partied tonight
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I wanna drag race, but I don't have a car
I wanna get into fights, but I don't want the scars
Mum, I wanna be a greaser, perfect hair and a leather jacket
I want a motorbike but the noise levels don't fly past ten
I want a Harley Davidson but my friends say they're for old men
Mum, I wanna be a greaser, perfect hair and a leather jacket
I don't care if they're all boys, my brothers grew up with the coolest toys
I want switch knives and a motorbike
Mum, I wanna go out to Dead Man's Curve!
Mum, I wanna go out to the Makeout Point!
I want to slick my hair back, but I can't afford enough of the gel
I would get it cut off, but that makes me look like a poser
Mum, I wanna be a greaser, perfect hair and a leather jacket
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