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Flex (Jean Paul Sartre Experience) A monastic life built on postcards bright And lots of friends to share it You've got a lot to say for yourself But I don't really wanna hear it Flex thyself And muscle me in Like we're in this together And it's a comforting thing But it's not Well I don't know the physics of the affair Or if I am even needed But I can't blame her for looming that way You always go for what you're wanting You rip off her skin and turn and tell me She is ugly beneath it Well that's funny cause I thought you were friends But you really mean it |
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Brittle (Carter/Fits) Just because the drown has turned into a river Just because the day's arrived When the little things have all of a sudden gotten bigger Don't go and blow 'em up out of size Nobody needs it more than I Some may come and some may try To say it's different, but they lie Cause no one's need is more than mine Just because your hopes have all been home delivered And just because it's all coming right Doesn't mean that all of your presents have been given Still one unopened with real blood inside Just because another's words can touch you better Don't make 'em measure up to mine Nobody needs it more than I And no one say it's otherwise Buried deep there is a hope that I remain So endless and boundless you spin when you dream Buried deep and the whole world can see It's time that you found you can't hide it from me Nobody needs it quite like I 'Cept maybe you could be a rock Or just confused, stupid or blind Anyway, could be something you'd be best off to consider |
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Satellite (Jones/Cook/Matlock/Rotten) London kid, and I got no name Two tone baby and ya got no brain I bet you're as happy as a bird in the tree But I'm only laughing, you're in my scheme Cause baby I la, love you La, love you La, love you I only ever listen when you're on the phone From your side you're as quick as 'em all When I got nothin' better to do There is always you cause you're just my shoe Love I'm really in, love... Try to join the scene but you're too obscene You're looking like a big fat pink baked bean You're looking like a dirty lavatory You ain't nothing, you're a castout teen Look at me and ya just can't tell You're lookin' like you just come outta hell How did ya figure you'd be any use? When all you're gonna get is my abuse |
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