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TEACH ME * ELEGANT LONER * BLEEDING HEARTS * UN PEU PLUS INTIME (THE DANCER) * WAITING FOR MY SHIP TO ARRIVE * PAXTON GATE * WE GROW * PARTY FOR MY FRIENDS * THE WORLD IS FULL OF BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE * I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR * PISSING GAMES

UN PEU PLUS INTIME

He said, "It's like a wound, it bleeds."
She said, "Don't be afraid. It's maybe, just un peu plus intime."

Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme
I am an accomplice to deceit

She said, "You're like a skeleton... one step closer to death."
He said, "Don't be afraid. It's maybe, just un peu plus intime."

Plus ça change, plus ça reste le meme
I am an accomplice to deceit


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PAXTON GATE

There's no money for our music
(for art music)
But music is love!
Free love
We're gonna need a bigger house.

Cultivating my unique perspective on the world
Too exquisite for words
Like miniature eggs
And boys kissing boys

We are but children
Problem children, flower children
with children the inevitable consequence of free love
Free love
We're gonna need a bigger house

You were pure as the fresh driven snow
But I was driven
The smell of blood on your fingers...
It's the bedbugs again.

So, I hope you like entymology.
You're a scientist, afterall.
I'm a specimen on display, to be disected and distilled.

Let's experiment in the hay loft
Where we almost fell through the floor
Into somebody's stall
We could have been trampled by hooves,
Had the wind knocked out of our naked chests
But instead suffered only red eyes and shortness of breath.

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TEACH ME

I am a sinner, Lord
I know I've done wrong
So give me your mercy
And make me strong

You're always a friend of mine if you know how to lead
You're always a friend of mine when I am in need

Teach me how to understand my life
Teach me how to be enlightened
Teach me how to understand these times
Teach me how to set it right

You are my master
I belong to you
I'd make any sacrifice
To be holy too

You're always a friend of mine if you boss me around
You're always a friend of mine, I worship the ground you walk on

Teach me how (etc.)

Give me your orders
I will obey
Even if that means I have to
Stop getting laid
You're always a friend of mine if you show me the way
You're always a friend of mine unless I am gay or something

Teach me how (etc.)

Teach me how to lose my identity
Teach me how to be a sheep
Baa

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BLEEDING HEARTS

Some say you're ugly
No, but you shine
Like a shadow's shadow

Please incubate my egghead
It could put a stop to my madness, yes

We're just a couple of bleeding hearts
Seeping through adjacent paper chests
As we sadden each other to sleep

Don't change your hairstyle
It's precious and you're precious

Ooh I want to ache about you
Ooh I want to ache about you, yeah

We're just (etc.)

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WAITING FOR MY SHIP TO ARRIVE

I have a hard time waiting for my ship to arrive.
What will it mean?
It won't mean anything to me.

I have a hard time waiting for those pigs to fly.
What will it mean?
It won't mean anything to me.

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WE GROW

Everybody can be a tree.
You can be my tree,
And we can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.

It is a posture of compassion
And learning to fall gracefully.
We can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.

She told the truth about her Scrabble game.
"I like to play with two other guys."

"You see, there is this one recovering Christian boy.
It's my solemn duty to lead him astray."

We can grow together, or we can grow apart.
Either way, we grow.

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PARTY FOR MY FRIENDS

I am throwing a party for my friends, and you are not invited.
I am throwing a party for my friends, and you will not be there.

You wear the wrong clothes.
You've got a ring in your nose.
You shop at second hand stores, and it shows.


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THE WORLD IS FULL OF BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

The world is full of beautiful people.
Jealous of the beautiful girls,
But I'm just like everybody else.

Why must you be passing fair?
I'm merely passing strange.
Jealous of the musical girls,
But I'm just like everybody else.

The world is full of beautiful people.

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ELEGANT LONER

She stands in a courtyard, alone and silent, with a placard 'round her neck, saying "I have demons,"
And the people walk by with no expressions
What do you expect from this world?

She is just an elegant loner
She does not mind being alone
She is choosing to be alone with her demons

She sits under a tree, alone and silent, with a flashing neon sign sign, saying "I have demons,"
And the people don't see her as they go about their business
What do you expect in these times?

She is just (etc.)

She stands in a crowd, surrounded by people, with a note tacked to her head, saying "I have demons,"
And she is ignored, and she doesn't seem to matter
What do we expect from ourselves?

She is just (etc.)
Your demons are floating away
Get out your butterfly net

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I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR

I'm so afraid you're gonna make me cry
Everyone knows I wanna be a rockstar
But I'm so afraid I'm gonna make you laugh
By putting down on paper my deepest desires

Like tearing the wings off those stick-thin pixies
Who flit around Crescent Street like honey for bees
Put on some clothes dear, before you freeze
You're too sweet for me

I'm so afraid you're gonna make me cry
Everyone knows I wanna be a rockstar
But I'm so afraid I'm gonna make you laugh
By putting down on paper my deepest desires

Like taking the social out of social butterflies
And seeing how well they like life as a moth
Lurking in shadows while praying for light
'Cause they have no life


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PISSING GAMES

I can't write my name in the snow
I can't shoot it very far
But I don't care to play your academic pissing games

Thighs that are open make hips that are bigger
And that's a good thing
You know there's a hot bod 'neath that thick wool sweater
And that's why you like her, innit?

I can't hold it in for days
It's walnut-sized, some say
But I don't care to play your musical pissing games

Thighs that are open make hips that are bigger
And that's a good thing
You know there's a pretty face 'neath that mess of brown hair
And that's why you like her, innit?