1. |
Green
03:44
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She says she likes the color green
She takes the time to tell me everything
She's not the type to ask for my shoulder
She won't cry when it's all over
You know this ain't my scene
You know this ain't my scene
You know this ain't for me
She's the type to leave you blue and black
She's the type to look at you and laugh
She's not the type to wait till she's older
She won't cry when it's all over
She's lives my dream
She paints my world the color green
She's not the type to wait till she's older
She's not easy when she's sober
You know this ain't my scene
You know this ain't my scene
You know this ain't for me
Bet you know my conscious clean
Bet you know my conscious clean
And you know that hearts will bleed
Until we're green
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2. |
Apologies
02:44
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It's amazing what apologies can do
I know 'cause I used them all on you
Why whine when you can dust your broom
It's amazing how a young girl can be so cruel
I know I can tell by the way she moves
Why whine you'll find you someone new
And I know that you don't believe a single word I said
I tried so hard to believe it in my own head
But when we're barely exchanging glances
There's a little room left for romances
It's amazing what apologies can do
So this is my apology to you
For the things that I used to do
Why whine you'll find you someone new
And I know that you don't believe a single word I said
I tried so hard to believe it in my own head
But when we're barely exchanging glances
There's a little room left for romances
It's amazing what apologies can do
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3. |
Break to Chattanooga
03:08
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I'm in a '67 Chevvy going 95 down I-81
I've been driving all night and soon I'll see the morning sun
Ain't got time to stop, babe, don't you know I'm on the run
I got a hundred grand in cash and a witness tied up in the trunk
I need a place to hide the stash and somewhere to get rid of this punk
I'm gonna break to Chattanooga, that's the place I'm thinking of
I got a ski mask, loaded gun
Cigarettes, and Cinnabon
Ripped jeans, cool shades
Spiced rum, and switchblades
A flashlight, sunscreen
Crowbar, and magazines
Chapstick, camcorder
Cereal, and holy water
Duct tape, furry die
Pliers, and a bow tie
A glass eye, lingerie
Cyanide, and Mayonnaise
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Here I come
Attention starting to get thin
Where'd I put the Ritalin
Running over traffic cones
Listening to the Deftones
What's the point of driving slow
When you're ducking 5-0
Driving on the median
Civil disobedience
Oh, baby, can't you see
I'm tryna get to Tennessee
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Here I come
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Break to Chattanooga
Here I come
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4. |
Jennifer Aniston
02:10
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Jennifer Aniston
I've been a fan since way back when
Back when you used to be on Friends
I used to wish that show would never end
Now I know you're old enough to be my mom
But I'm in love I even saw Leprechaun (It sucked)
I'm not Brad Pitt, I'm not Vince Vaughn
But all I need is one shot I hope you hear my song
Jennifer Aniston
I've been a fan since way back when
Back when you used to be on Friends
I used to wish that show would never end
Now I know that this may seem strange
I know sometimes feelings change
But Jennifer I can't get you out of my brain
I hope you're listening when I sing
Jennifer Aniston
I've been a fan since way back when
Back when you used to be on Friends
I used to wish that shit would never end
I looked into your eyes
While you looked into someone else's
I can't believe that I
Could be so fucking blind
Jennifer, I wish you well
I know I got no chance in hell
But I won't cry, I won't weep
I bet you think that I'm a total creep
But I won't wait for you to call
I'll tear all your pictures off my wall
I'll drink a lot of alcohol
Oh god it's all my fault
Jennifer Aniston
You'll never hear from me again
I'll just get a new girlfriend
And pretend she's you
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5. |
Gutter
05:05
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I've seen some bad days
Way more than a few
More than one man
Should have to go through
Every ounce of pain
You can feel it in your veins
Memories still lasting
And time keeps on passing
The answers still the same
But why am I asking
Why do I feel like I'm lying in the gutter?
I'm a lonely soul
Ain't got no change in these clothes
I'm a goddamn mess
From my head down to my toes
All this time alone
Can turn a man to stone
As I grow older
I'm becoming colder
I still ain't no coward
I'll scream it louder
Why do I feel line I'm lying in the gutter?
I've seen some bad days
Way more than a few
More than one man
Should have to go through
Every ounce of pain
You can feel it in your veins
Memories still lasting
And time keeps on passing
The answers still the same
But why am I asking
Why do I feel like I'm lying in the gutter?
Like I'm lying in the gutter
Like I'm lying in the gutter
Like I'm lying in the gutter
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6. |
Leo
04:15
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Bigger they are the harder they fall
Bigger they are the harder they fall
I'll say you said one too many words
It's not working out how you prefer
I'll say you said one too many words
It's not working out how you prefer
Bigger they are the harder they fall
Bigger they are the harder they fall
It's all fun and games till someone makes you pay
I'll be damned if I let you walk away
It's all fun and games till someone makes you pay
I'll be damned if I let you walk away
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