1. |
Fukuyama
03:44
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Huh
Left hook, right hook
Everybody's got a nook
Inside their house
That they gotta clean out
And I stay underground
I operate illegally
I don't have a license
I don't pay a parking fee
And if you been conceived
Then you oughta believe it
And hey if you believe it
Then don't deceive it
Just receive it
And if you wanna see the end of history
Oh oh oh my baby
Ah don't you read that Francis Fukuyama again
And if you wanna see the end of history
Oh oh oh my baby
Ah don't you read that Francis Fukuyama again
Cause I'm yours and you are mine
Cause I'm yours and you are mine
Up, Down, left, right
Over there it's Jesus Christ
He's off his cross now
And he's going to town!
He's a slack jaw son of a gun
You know he chew gum
And he going back to his hometown
Jerusalem
This is it
It's the apocalypse
Come on if you wanna live
Turning while you're stripping the bit
Oh oh oh
And if you wanna see the end of history
Oh oh oh my baby
Ah don't you read that Francis Fukuyama again
And if you wanna see the end of history
Oh oh oh my baby
Ah don't you read that Francis Fukuyama again
Cause I'm yours and you are mine
Cause I'm yours and you are mine
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2. |
Don't You Look
03:35
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The city was windy
As I laid down my head
I'd never seen you that way
Never seen, your face so red
There was a problem
Isn't it true
Something was wrong
Something I didn't do,
Oh
So don't you look at me
To pick up the pieces
Don't you look at me
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do
I never held you
Out of tenderness
I held you like you were made out of glass
I couldn't help but let go
You've fallen and you've crumbled at last
So don't you look at me
Don't you look at me
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3. |
GALAXION
03:32
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Oh
Just wake up
Leave me something
Take up, another hobby
I Can't see you eye to eye and
Somethings wrong with me
You've always always been
just another thing to smell
I hope you go to hell
Every night alone
Everything you've know
So fars behind In your eyes
It sounds like nothing
Just like Something
And if I had to say
I'd never go away
I'd leave it all for you
Everything I do
I'd leave it all for you yeah
I'd leave it all for you
(here's a question)
You ever seen yourself before?
Oh from a mirror from behind
You'll find it's crazy just to see,
Oh yourself so paralyzed
And I said baby.
(what's that)
And there i found my eyes
Sunk into the floor
shaking someone's hand
I'd never met before
Closing documents
Caribbean files
Seeing the whole palace
The ruby, all the tile
And you ask me why again,
I'm leaving for the summer
I tell you "You can too."
You say "Well that's a bummer."
Yeah you do
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4. |
Le Ronson
00:50
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Woke up at like ten thirty then
Put on my clothes
My dad said
"Hey son, Going the refrigerator-ator shoppe"
I was like "Ok dad."
we left like ten minutes later
The drive up, I was thinking
If I was on a boat and it was sinking
And the water came in from all directions -
Would I be nimble enough to survive that situation?
Then I pondered on that for a little while more
Till we arrived at the refrigerator store
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5. |
Snorkelling Song
03:16
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This Summer
This Summer I read
A lot about Snorkelling
this Summer, I left a couple things unsaid,
I read alot about Snorkelling
It's
Such a thing to do
Nothing really new about it
Such a thing to do
And with you I read
Alot about Snorkelling
Harry Henry Boulder
Once was an author
He Shipped his books to Japan
But by the time
That he got older he
Fell into a trance
Snorkellings very lovely Isn't it true
I'm rolling back from
Durban with a gram in my shoe
Oooooh baby there they are,
Roman coins in a big clay jar
It's
Such a thing to do
Nothing really new about it
Such a thing to do
And with you I read
Alot about snorkelling
I got a duck named Wallace
he's such a lovely kid
I bring him to the river
And me and him we swim
I want him to be healthy
I want him big and strong
As long as I am Snorkelling,
Nothing can go wrong
It's
Such a thing to do
Nothing really new about it
Such a thing to do
And with you I read
Alot about Snorkelling
Richard McLaren
Tried to catch a heron.
And fry him up in his pan,
But by the time that he got to the river
The fishes caught and grilled that man.
What you walk, What you wear
And what you secrete -
Ah the colours are important
I'm stoned to the bone
Flip-flops on my feet
Man, I'd kill for some Tim Hortons
It's
Such a thing to do
Nothing really new about it
Such a thing to do
And with you I read
Alot about Snorkelling - Yeah
Alot about Snorkelling
Yeaaah
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