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Everybody, it's time to choose
Are you gunning for the reds or the blues?
In the end, it is the same old news
The one race that we will always lose
They make promises designed to please
But with their hands on the Number Ten keys
They take it all back, god damn it
Who needs enemies with MPs like these?

You two were friends before we met
It's not my place to say it
And he seems like an honest guy
But he looks at you with hungry eyes, all of the time
The thought has never crossed your mind
You feel more like a sister
And he has lovers of his own
But they're more like pretty alibis, and he cannot disguise

The thought lays heavy on my mind
How can you be so unkind?
Looking for a common ground that we're never going to find
How can you be so unkind?
I still have dreams and things I want to do
But I never would tell you

'cause you take what I make

A dirt-poor child who could move like a king
Everybody loved to just hear him sing
And now he's dead
Yeah, he's dead

See that star? We pull it down from the sky
Crush it under foot, and still we don't know
We don't know

Baby, why don't you tell me the truth?
What is the worst I could do?
Tell me that I understand more than your man?
Darling, I don't pretend to know why
You can't even look me in my good eye
But I know that you could see right through
Naked shoulder blades and swollen glands
Sweaty fingers when we're holding hands

My girl's a beautiful girl, the apple of my eye
She gets paid to take her clothes off, and I wish so did I
Is it for attention? I just don't understand
She's my little Bettie Paige, and I'm her cameraman

And she sings, "Validate me, oh pretty please"

My Dad's an actor, he got the broadway blues

The intense Pequod sailed on the rolling waves and days went by the life-buoy-coffin still lightly swung and another ship, most miserably misnamed the Delight, was descried. As she drew nigh, all eyes were fixed upon her broad beams, called shears, which, in some whaling-ships, cross the quarter-deck at the height of eight or nine feet serving to carry the spare, unrigged, or disabled boats.



Upon the stranger's shears were beheld the shattered, white ribs, and some few splintered planks, of what had once been a whale-boat but you now saw through this wreck, as plainly as you see through the peeled, half-unhinged, and bleaching skeleton of a horse.

When I was kid I ran away across the world
Trying to make a statement, trying to impress some girl
Drawing up a map of all the places I love,
A list of everywhere I wished I could stay, so maybe I could find my way back some day

The road to right

Over time my atlas took a pretty ugly shape