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Throw
04:22
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Been drawing figure 8's on pictures of you lately
I've been thumbing a softy
Been thumbing a softy
Ran through parades of which our fathers throw
The band play on nine verses of killing me softly
Of killing me softly
“That's an awfully nice haircut
Where did you get that head from?”
The paintings are switched, they're double-dipped
And the singer just keeps on getting the words wrong
So I drove nine laps of the city
I drove nine laps of this place
If someone's God really made you look that pretty
I would throw my back out prayin'
I've been rifling designer purses
And trying to work back to where you've been working
I've been trying on every perfume
And trying to find one that reminds me of you
But in a way, I'm an antithesis-esque Philip Oakey
I know you don't want me
I know you don't want me
I guess you're all caught up in multitasking golden age TV
If you felt so strongly
If you felt so strongly
You'd throw your back out, we'd throw it back
Some throwback, sometime
So I drove nine laps of the city
I drove nine laps of this place
If someone's god really made you look that pretty
I would throw my back out prayin'
I've been rifling designer purses
And trying to work back to where you've been working
I've been trying on every perfume
And trying to find one that reminds me of you
And I'll admit that I've been writing shorter verses
Just to get back to this part
And I'll be taking no more chances
Until I get my happy ending
We'd throw our backs out, we'd throw it back
Some throwback, sometime
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3. |
The Hills
04:55
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4. |
Flex
04:23
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[LYRICS]
I went away for a while
(I come back all the time)
I can't leave this town
I’m not a pop-punk band
Now she's calling a cab
Yeah she’s calling a cab
And I couldn’t care more
I’ve been thinking for a long time
On the off chance, no problem if not
But have you heard of this one place?
I think we should go there, I’d turn my phone off for a while
And now that I’m a popstar
I’ve been smoking all the time
I’ve been wearing ricks and he said that it’s fine
So if you need a bad bitch I can try, oh I can try
But it gets harder in the morning
LAN not wired
It makes me want to -
i see you
All the time
So I CC
subject line
RE: how’ve you been
Well I’ve been fine
I saw a picture of you
Knew it went right to your head
A W to be fair, an outrageous flex
And I’ve been thinking for a long time
On the off chance, no problem If not
But have you heard of this one place?
I think we should go there, I can’t turn my phone off because-
now that I’m a popstar
I’ve been working all the time
I’ve been wearing ricks and he said that it’s fine
So if you need a bad bitch - I can try, Oh I can try
But it gets harder in the morning
LAN not wired
It makes me want to -
I see you
All the time
So I CC
subject line
RE: how’ve you been
Well I’ve been fine
I just wanna ball out with my friends
I wish my lifestyle was publicised
livestreamed lie in, forever
Livestreamed lie in forever (one, two, three)
And the car park ends at 2am
So we can’t get back home to our beds
Yeah we can’t get back home to our beds
Yeah we can’t get back home (One, two, three, four!)
I just want to ball out with my friends
I wish my lifestyle was publicised
livestreamed lie in, forever
Live streamed lie in forever
And the car park ends at 2am
So we can’t get back home to our beds
Yeah we can’t get back home to our beds
No, we can’t get back home to our beds now
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5. |
Emily G
05:47
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What's a couple pounds to a girl like me
Well, I've been breathing softly, only since the 80s
I see you all the time in magazines
Oh, you're so pretty, so I tell you you're pretty
You said when you got home you'd have time for me
So I took a taxi, passed out in the backseat
Pictured you spinning me round' like some movie scene
When I woke up you weren't with me, the headlights left me dizzy
And our song was on like—
"Oh, Em G I hope you're okay
Well, I can't believe it's happening again”
And I know it gets better
It needs to hurt sometimes
I know you kept calling
Well hell, I called five times tonight
And I, oh I
And I could lose myself
But only for a minute
And I can't seem to talk myself back into it
And I, oh I
And I can't believe that you've settled down
And I can't believe that you're better now
We were running for the school bus
And the TV schedule never changed
It's a managed decline
Compared to the 60s
2009, it looks good on paper and
Everything looks like a landing strip these days
So I find your number
I call you and I say—
"Oh, Em G I hope you're okay
Well, I can't believe it's happening again"
Well, I know it gets better
It needs to hurt sometimes
I know you kept calling
Well hell, I called five times tonight
And I, oh I
And I could lose myself
But only for a minute
And I can't seem to talk myself back into it, I
And I, oh I
And I can't believe that you've settled down
And I can't believe that you're better now
And I didn't mind all the long nights
(Only because) You were there the whole time
(And I) Would take the stains out of your jeans
You kept everything intertwined
And I Tried my best but I can't lie
(When I'm with them) I think about you the whole time
(When I'm with them) I think about you the whole time
(When I'm with them) I think about you the whole time
And I can't believe that you've settled down
And I can't believe that you're better now
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6. |
Babys
03:00
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7. |
The Wedding
03:49
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8. |
Happy Endings
04:45
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9. |
America
06:28
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