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Am I Too Slow
03:26
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So right now, I hope I won't screw this up this time - breakdown alone: close that door and sing it quiet. I won't eat or sleep; I'll just watch the world go by. And around I'll go. So come here. Come pull me out.
Keep that door open and play it loud, 'cuz I knock-knock at your door, but you are out. Didn't you say you'd be there? Didn't you tell me that you cared?
Are you at my door like before? or am I too slow?
Am I too slow?
So I write and write, but I can't make up new words to say: "This sucks, but I guess it could be worse," or "Man, I need more attention, less bad dreams," cuz' right now, I know that I'm acting kinda psycho.
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Lazy Loner Creep
03:13
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Sittin' in the back, hopin' I don't have to cry.
Sleepin' through the day wishin' for a friend at night.
--what am I thinkin'? I feel so freakin' lost.
Strollin' through the streets, lookin' for a friend to sleep with:
Pretty much a creep, but at least it's not a secret.
--what am I thinkin'? I feel so freakin' dead... so dead?
I never leave my room--I am sick of all their games. Hiding from my friends, I don't want to feel ashamed. Show me, if you care. Call me out. And yell my names: Lazy, Loner, Creep--(but I'd never do the same).
What am I thinkin'? Why am I freakin' out? Where are my old friends? Why do I leave them out? If I still want this, why am I so pissed off? Take me back home now, 'cuz my life goes 'round and 'round.
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Someone, hire me: two bucks an hour? I don't wanna waste my life losing power. Pay me under the table, before I place myself underground. And you can hit me, spit on me; you could treat me unfair. I just need to find a way to pay the bus fare. You could treat me like dirt; I just wanna get work. We don't have to waste our time doing things right.
Come lie down with me. We'll get some sleep. I'll give you space, but why waste time on the train? I know we're best friends--or I think so--well, I know I'm not playing around. If it's alright, if we're gonna be fine, we don't have to waste our time pretending we are right.
I don't know if I'm right, but I can't sit and talk--I need to go outside. We can run the red lights, 'cuz we don't need to stop. We need to see the sights. We need to live our lives.
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I Hope You Don't Love Me
02:52
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I hope you don't love me too much--just slightly. I hope you don't love me too much, but just enough to wanna sit and talk with me--but not miss me when I go to school... 'cuz when I miss you, I know it hurts.
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