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I took her out it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned on the TV

And that’s about the time that she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you’re 23
And are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is ADD?
My friends say I should act my age
What’s my age again?
What’s my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home
I called her mom from a pay phone
I said I was the cops
And your husband’s in jail
This state looks down on sodomy

And that’s about the time that bitch hung up on me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the hell is caller ID?
My friends say I should act my age
What’s my age again?
What’s my age again?

And that’s about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when your 23
And you still act like you’re in Freshman year
What the hell is wrong with me?
My friends say I should act my age
What’s my age again?
What’s my age again?

That’s about the time she broke up with me (Please stay)
No one should take themselves so seriously (with me, please stay)
With many years ahead to fall in line (with me, please stay)
Why would you wish that on me? (with me)
I never want to act my age (please stay)
What’s my age again? (with)
What’s my age again? (me)

What’s my age again?

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Please take me by the hand
It’s so cold out tonight
I’ll put blankets on the bed
I won’t turn out the light
Just don’t forget to think about me
And I won’t forget you
I’ll write you once a week she said

Why does it feel the same
To fall in love or break it off
And if young love is just a game
Then I must have missed the kick off
Don’t depend on me to ever follow through on anything
But I’d go through hell for you and

[Chorus]
I haven’t been this scared in a long time
And I’m so unprepared so here’s your valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
This world’s an ugly place, but you’re so beautiful to me

I’ll think about the times
She kissed me after class
And she put up with my friends
I acted like an ass
I’d ditch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer
Is my picture still hanging in her locker?

[Chorus x2]

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Hey mom there’s something in the backroom
Hope it’s not the creature from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb

What if people knew that these were real
Leave my closet door open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
Wish someone would tell me what was right

Up all night long
And there’s something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I’m not like you guys
I’m not like you

I am still the skeptic yes you know me
Been best friends and will be till we die
I got an injection
Of fear from the abduction
My best friend thinks I’m just telling lies,
Alright

Up all night long
And there’s something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I’m not like you guys
I’m not like you

Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation
Information, nice to know ya, paranoia
Where’s my mother, biofather

Up all night long
And there’s something very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I’m not like you guys
Twelve majestic lies

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Don’t leave me all alone
Just drop me off at home
I’ll be fine, it’s not the first
Just like last time, but a little worse

She said that I’m not the one that she thinks about
She said it stopped being fun, I just bring her down
I said don’t let your future be destroyed by my past
She said don’t let my door hit your @$$

One more chance, I’ll try this time
I’ll give you yours, I won’t take mine
I’ll listen up, pretend to care
Go on ahead, I’ll meet you there

She said that I’m not the one that she thinks about
She said it stopped being fun, I just bring her down
I said don’t let your future be destroyed by my past
She said don’t let my door hit your @$$

Let’s try this one more time with feeling
One more time with feeling
One more time with feeling
One more time with feeling

She said that I’m not the one that she thinks about
She said it stopped being fun, I just bring her down
I said don’t let your future be destroyed by my past
She said don’t let my door hit your ass

Don’t leave my all alone
Just drop me off at home, and I’ll be fine

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It’s understood, I said it many ways
Too scared to run, I’m too scared to stay
I said I’d leave, but I could never leave her
And if I did, you know I’d never cheat her

But this I ask, it’s what I want to know
How would you feel, if I should choose to go
Another guy, you think it’d be unlikely
Another guy, you think he’d want to fight me

She’s a dove, She’s a fucken nightmare
Unpredictable, it was my mistake to stay here
On the go and it’s way too late to play
I need a girl that I can train

I heard it once, I’m sure I heard it twice
My dad used to give me all of his advice
He would say you got to turn your back and run now
Come on son, you haven’t got a chance now

She’s a dove, She’s a fucken nightmare
Unpredictable, it was my mistake to stay here
On the go and it’s way too late to play
I need a girl that I can train

She’s a dove, She’s a fucken nightmare
Unpredictable, it was my mistake to stay here
On the go and it’s way too late to play
I need a girl that I can train

Need a girl that I can train
Need a girl that I can train
Turn your back and run now
You haven’t got a chance now

Need a girl that I can train
Need a girl that I can train
Turn your back and run now
You haven’t got a chance now

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The great American mischief has muted our hearts and our rhythms are met with the inharmonious grunts of electric guitars.
It’s all but too much.
So nobody out there believes the obscene are reprieved.
Everybody get fed up.
My baby better get high cause, I’ve got something that I need to confess.
The dead men talking are longing for so much more than simply the obvious.
Cut us off.
We’re suffering, hysterical, lighting the flare from the foot of her bed.
I’ve been begging you for less mercy than this.
But the only thing you need to know, is that you never wanted to know.
Take it off, take it back, or take cover because we’re nearing a nerve.
Dead is wasted on the patient, so make haste and head for the wake.
Now the hornets inhabit the hearts we’ve abandoned.
We are gone.
Cast aside our clothes like funeral roses, and dance straight through the psalm.
I was right all along
I’m dead, in the water.
Don’t come for me.
I was once alive in the desert’s eyes on the day it wed the sea.
I drew a chalk outline around your city.
I hushed the sobs in your halls.
But we both know that it’s killer, baby he’ll outrun them all.
There is so much shame in how little we’ve gained for so long.
Now the sky is falling.
And you’re just repeating everything I say.
You’re not listening close enough,
It’s a catastrophe.
You have not been concentrating.
Pay attention there will be an exam.
Build an ark.
Build an ark.
Come bring us back to the ruin.
Drifting out of our heads.
Taped off the sky above your city.
Dusted for prints on the chapel wall.
But we all know that it’s killer, baby I will outrun them all.

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Drifting on refuse paraded through the town square
Waving to the families of victims of the flood
Straddling the front door of a Catholic orphanage
I decorated it myself
Thank you, you’re too much
Honestly
It was nothing
We should all just thank god I’m alive
Don’t shout I get a little confused sometimes
I can’t make out a word you’re saying
I’ve got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head
Can’t it wait? I’m on call to be somewhere
Somewhere I’m not
In case the cleaning lady has found my head
Forgive my delay lieutenant, I’m the man the whole county requires
Take your gun out of my mouth
You are ruining my appetite
Get your bear trap off of my neck
I’m already running late
Your distress is confounding the tightrope walker
Just so we’re clear, you’re saying we’re all lost?
Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing?
Oh, the way we moved had every marauder curious
Sniffing at the trash in our shoes
Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears
I don’t miss that much about anything you said
After all, we’ve never met
I’ll get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon

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This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm
The situation demands that we raise our glasses in honor of the spokesman we’ve fixated to the floor
Give us your headlines, hymns, and your saddest verse. You’re not partnered with the half hearted anymore
Our legs are spread wide open
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams and we all know your proficient in the idioms of grief
We are capable of the kind of love about which only the petrified can speak
Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics
We all cater to the fire once the walls come rushing down for shame
I can say it better than you felt it
And I can be it bigger than you needed it
I haven’t spent a day of my life apart from the one everyone’s read about
I’ll spark de-evolution
I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines
I’ve been fattened up for the guillotines
Sweet talker, you’re goddamn right I’m a blessed lamb
I can show you how to have a good time
I know why you came here, but neither of us will get what you want out of me
This room has one too many laureates so I’m keeping my peace
Every candidate ends his life with a cliche, and the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave
I’ve been spoiled rotten
Every thought I’ve authored has curdled
Not everything is poetry but I can’t convince you of that
I’ve been drawn and quartered
I’ve been twice picked over
And it’s sickening what you’ve come here today to celebrate
Fuck yea we’re gonna party tonight
I am capable of the kind of love about which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep

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Pull the car over you’re frightening the kids.
What did you promise us about grinning in the rear veiw mirror without your fake teeth in?
Keep your glass eye glued on the end of the highway up ahead of us.
The collision is always licking it’s lips.
You weren’t supposed to open the door.
Just keep the plane from drifting off course.
We’ll attend to the terrified first class convinced there’s a hoof print on the bow.
All hail the wounded heart contingment who’ve given us something more than faultlessness to sing about.
Long live prosthetic live wires.
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated.
Your captain nailed his feet to someone else’s ship at the sight of me.
Do what your mother tells you and put down the sheriff’s horse.
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly, singing hallelujah the king is dead.
The king is dead.

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We drew a crowd. The crowd drew the blood.
Fawning swindlers. There’s a shark in the stream where the newborn are baptized.
Who let the flatterer into the gallery on our sweet sixteen?
Take him away. Get him against the wall for the witnesses.
This is doom in a borrowed suit.
It’s a pick up line at a funeral.
Cannibals along side the catwalk.
But it’s ok we’ve got old blood and our veins are rooted to the hornets nest again.
New love is tasteless.
We’re wearing down.
This is the year of the party crashers.
What is charm?
Where are the heroics?
What is harm to the perfumed wrists of the stoics?
Designer imposters find us twitching in the claws of the snake.
A fin is circling around the floor.
It appears we’ve lost our way.
The tide is swelling and we’ve fallen asleep on the shore.
Get inside.
Someone’s yelling fire in the theater.
Oh, dear God. Everybody stay calm.
Tell your husband that his screaming just invited it in.
Get screaming just invited in.
The horsemen are crashing through the gates. Crashing through the gates.
We had better learn to play dead.
Our hands are reeking of rapture.
It’s dripping from our chin. The tragedy of infant hearts.
But it’s ok we’ve got old blood and our hair is woven to the same hotel again.
We’re wearing down.
This is the year of the party crashers it’s you and me for the first time in history.
We’re history.

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