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Whatever You Say
02:54
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Got my hands in your pocket
On the south side of the tracks
Mandy's awful fuzzy
But I know she's got my back
Then there's the masticated army
Air dropping from the sky
She's almost to the platform
I gotta find some place to hide
The man is comin'
But not today
Amanda's hummin' whatever you say
Forty-thousand minutes
Nothing like a sentence
But something like digging a grave
Yellow and grey
She's got her hands in my pocket
On the downside of the tracks
In this fortress of forgotten auto parts
And broken glass
We've got cheesey-cake muffins
Anti-infantry balloons
We're withered down to nothing
On a doomsday afternoon
Could I get a little action?
Could I get a little action?
She's all games
But she don't wanna play
Like her new name's Whatever You Say
I'm not ever ever gonna see what she means
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Other People
05:30
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They won't listen
They won't understand
They'll never know
They'll never get it
Lately
It's been a low-key affair
When they come up for air
With the high tide
Hangin' out with the cutters
And the corners
To dry with the coming sun
Other people don't listen
They don't understand
They don't wanna know
Other people don't get it
Lately
It's been a low-key affair
When they come up for air
With the high tide
Hangin' out with the cutters
And the corners
To dry with the coming sun
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Ms. Jones
04:09
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Have you met Ms. Jones?
Do you really know her?
Mississippi grown
California loner
What's inside her sunny dress?
What's behind her happiness
Sitting in a little room
As she kills the afternoon
Not a day goes by without thinking 'bout ya
I don't sit there and cry when I think about ya
I just sat there and lied I won't tell you why
Da da da I can't hear - forgot about ya
Have you met Ms. Jones?
Do you really know her?
Motorola phone
'Cause don't nobody own her
Like a cybernetic animal
Aimless and mechanical
Walking through Agnola Park
Super criminal and dark
Not a day goes by without thinking 'bout ya
I don't sit there and cry when I think about ya
I just sat there and lied I won't tell you why
Da da da I can't hear - forgot about ya
I'mma say goodbye without thinkin' 'bout ya
I won't say goodbye when I think about ya
I just sat there and lied I'll never tell you why
Da da da I can't hear - forgot about ya
Focus on the tempo
Even though it's simple she always makes it hard
Opus 87
Eddie ate a twenty-centimeter old guitar
So now you've met Ms. Jones
But do you really know her?
California grown
Mississippi stoner
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