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Breakfast
02:07
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Instrumental
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2. |
Post Office Blues
04:47
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Hello {name}, how are you today?
How are your kids? Have they moved away?
Hello {name}, how are you today?
How are your kids? Have they moved away?
You are far away, I think we’re on the same page
Our town’s been overrun by a postal service rampage
Could you be the one to get it to me faster, man?
Better call the postmaster, better call the mailman
Hello {name}, how are you today?
How are your kids? Have they moved away?
Hello {name}, how are you today?
How are your kids? Have they moved away?
You are far away, I think we’re on the same page
Our town’s been overrun by a postal service rampage
Could you be the one to get it to me faster, man?
Better call the postmaster, better call the mailman
It’s all over now
The time has gone by
And made clear to me
I suddenly see, as if in a dream, made clear to me
Tell me that there’s something more to be had
This life is less than I need
I don’t think anything needs to be sad
This life is less than I need
You are far away, I think we’re on the same page
Our town’s been overrun by a postal service rampage
Could you be the one to get it to me faster, man?
Better call the postmaster, better call the mailman
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3. |
Migraines are Forever
04:40
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This is a safe space
We’re hand in hand it’s all for you
But you’re cooking crystal meth down in the basement
How did you get here?
The nineties faded, your future’s looking dim
Although I never understood just what you saw in them
It’s all the same to you
The same old waste of time
I wonder if you knew all this would burn down in the night
And I know I tried to fix it but I only made it worse
They’ll probably have to put that on my tombstone
Oh my god
My whole sense of what’s cool got left behind
Somewhere between 2006 and 2009
It’s all the same to you
The same old waste of time
I wonder if you knew all this would burn down in the night
All the cool kids in my high school
Didn’t listen to The Smiths
So now when I hear Meat is Murder
It doesn’t mean that much to me
More distortion less dynamics
It doesn’t mean that much to me
It’s all the same to you
The same old waste of time
I wonder if you knew all this would burn down in the night
More distortion less dynamics
It doesn’t mean that much to me
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John R. Julius Toronto, Ontario
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