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Things got wrecked
Who'd've thunk
This would be how far we sunk
First you left
Well that stunk
It's OK cuz now I'm drunk
I'll be with you in spirits
One more shot til I can hear you
Just a gin and tonic nearer
I can almost hear you clearly
First you left at full throttle
Now I've got you in a bottle
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She should've seen it coming from a mile away maybe 3
But now she has a mushroom cloud where her heart used to be
He goes places she'll never go
He knows things she'll never know
She wants to spend a lifetime with that radiating laugh
She wants to share his whole life but he's only sharing half
Don't fall in love with a nuclear engineer
Lots of people die if you mess up their career
Their off doing fission when you want them to be near
Don't fall in love with a nuclear engineer
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
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Talk like an action star
Pretend everything's like I planned it
Crack a joke
You know it's so hard to be candid
But if I lost you
I don't think I could stand it
You were almost
A Jill Sandwich
I feel down everywhere
A prisoner in a mansion
And you're the only one
Who gives me any attention
You're the one
That I just can't abandon
But you were almost
A Jill Sandwich
You're not my wife, but you listen while I'm talkin
My heart was closed but you're the master of unlocking
Oh, what is this? What is this? What is this?
I think of the dad
My daughters miss
Helicopter blades whirr and whisper
That you were almost
A Jill Sandwich
Oh, you were almost
A Jill Sandwich
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I wanna shower for hours til I
Disappear down the drain
I wanna wake up at 6 in the evening
And go to sleep again
I wanna go in a time machine and
Travel back to the past
I wanna create a paradox so
I can never go back
Oh, input losses
Cyclic process
Send the SOS in Morse Code
I wanna go in a hedge maze and then
Never find my way out
I wanna go on a Sunday drive and
Get stuck in a roundabout
I wanna go up the staircase when I've
Only got 50 Stars
I wanna go up the red, red stairs for
Hours and hours
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Son, if you knew time like I do
You'd know there's no way to fight it
Lot's of things I should recall
Don't remind me
I've known my brain for a while
He's a nice chap but he's not perfect
You've gotta write stuff down
To preserve it
Write about your dumb ideas
And one day it will be hilarious
Write about your deepest fear
And one day it will be hilarious
Write about your dream career
And one day it will be hilarious
Write about right now right here
And one day it will be hilarious
I don't know you like you know you you don't know you like you think you do
(I forget the rest)
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Lately I've been noticing
How much the air I breath just hates me
Particles that I can't see
Are waiting to obliterate me
Oxygen and nitrogen
Were once my friends but I don't trust 'em
Keep inside and close the door
And wear a mask is my new custom
Outside there's a party ragin
I'm afraid of the contagion
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There's no need to fear disaster
Be paranoid about the things that matter
Corn syrup blood never hurt an actor
Michael Myers is WIlliam Shatner
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I'm exhibiting a mixture of aggression and passivity
That often gets mistaken for charming sensitivity
In the songs and movies and of course on the TV
How come this stuff in real life only ends in misery?
You're a liar who treats me wrong
I'll tell you more if you buy the song
I'm exhibiting a mixture of aggression and passivity
That often gets mistaken for charming sensitivity
I'm just being a moper cuz the girls like famous mopers
So watch me Suzy Loo cuz I'm about to cry on Oprah
You're a guy who's treated wrong
Identify and buy the song
You're a guy with a Christ complex
I accept credit or checks
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Who's that lady through the wall?
Can she hear me when I talk?
Who's that knocking on my floor?
Better go and lock the door
I can't take it in this town
Who's that crossing 12th and 3rd?
Why's he flipping me the bird?
Who's that lady selling fruit?
I think they're all in cahoots
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(Cover Song)
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(Cover song)
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On the bus it's kinda crowded
People movin people shoutin
It's OK my iPod's louder
Out the window kinda cloudy
Thunderstorms throughout the county
It might rain here but I doubt it
I doubt it
Waiting waiting always waiting
Could be worse
It isn't raining
Raining raining always raining
'Least it's good for
The geraniums
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The second Cannonball Story album (and the first Cannonball Story album that wasn't compressed to death through a misunderstanding of how limiters worked in Garageband, lol).
