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Myopia
02:59
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One of those July days that just about melts your brain
I see a mirage and she dissipates, and I find free AC instead
I'm messed up in the grocery store comparing microwave meals
God I was such a total bore
My eyes stopped working for everything else
Just a spotlight with you in the middle, I'm happily nearsighted
If this was myopia, no one would ever wear glasses
I'm stumbling around with my hands and my ears and a perfect view
A perfect view
A perfect view
A perfect view
One of those August days that just about melts your brain
I kick my sheets off in a sweaty pile, too broiled to sleep
I'm fucked up in the liquor store, just, just fucked up
I see my mirage there, like everywhere
My eyes stopped working for everything else
Just a spotlight with you in the middle, I'm happily nearsighted
If this was myopia, no one would ever wear glasses
I'm stumbling around with my hands and my ears and a perfect view
A perfect view
A perfect view
A perfect view
You're more than hot air and light
You're more than just a pretty sight
You're more than hot air and light
You're more than just a pretty sight
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There Must B 2
03:14
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They say to dance there must be two
must be me and must be you
me in black and you in red
and what you hear
the sound of your fear
well it's music to my ears
and in this moment you are not ready yet
So I call you up and I ask you a question
but you don't know how to answer
but that's ok because I'm standin here lookin at you
wonderin of a way to get through to you
And I wonder if three's a crowd or a party
There are two of me but there's one of you so let's start it
They say it takes two to tango
well it takes a lot to arrange all of these consequences
and all these dance partner changes
Lady in red
I pull us cheek to cheek
and my face matches your screams
and in this moment you have given everything to me
So I call you up and I ask you a question
but you don't know how to answer
but that's ok cause I'm standin here right behind you
cockin my head and raisin my hand
And I know now that three's a crowd, not a party
I prefer my own company so let's get things started
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PhDidn't
03:38
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You love to put me on your wall
so at your dinner parties you can brag and laugh and lie
you say I'll do better
you say I'm better
I say "better than what?"
The little jabs, classified ads that you send in the mail
I'm not your happy little doctor and never will be
the little jabs, classified ads that you send in the mail
I don't want what you want and you don't want to hear that
You've got the four bedroom house
the garage, the garden, the lawn,
the neighbor's shittier lawn
yeah, you're living the dream
but that fantasy, it just
it just ain't for me
The little jabs, classified ads that you send in the mail
I'm not your happy little doctor and never will be
the little jabs, classified ads that you send in the mail
I don't want what you want and you don't want to hear that
My life ain't big enough to cover all that you want
My life ain't big enough to cover all that you want
My life ain't big enough to cover all that you want
My life ain't big enough to cover all that you want
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