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With a heart-attack on your plane
You were looking back on your days
How you spent them all in a blur
When they asked if you were for sure
Let the sugar melt down your throat
Cos you know it's sweet getting old
With a lollipop and a rose
Let the hospital be your home
Cos your knees are scratched and your eyes are black
Put a plaster there and I'll sign your cast
In the liner notes at the end
Some familiar names in tiny print
On the cover page of the year
Grainy photographs, greasy hair
But it's noon o'clock and you're still asleep
And your coffee's cold, your coffee's icy
Cos your knees are scratched and your eyes are black
Put a plaster there and I'll sign your cast
Classic Hollywood as a kid
With the volume up all the way
Now you do the same and you're right
Things are better in black and white
But there's another girl in another day
And your fate will feel and taste the same
Cos your knees are scratched and your eyes are black
Put a plaster there and I'll sign your cast
We're the best and the brightest, turn the television on
Have your seatbelts strapped and your helmets on
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the day that your brother started to talk
was the day that I found you like that
the national child star in a coat and a scarf
alone in the laundromat
now we got the keys to the apartment we share
and we stay up as late as we like
like KC & Jojo, like Sunny & Cher
you're Tina but I'm not Ike
so tell me what's
tell me what's your favorite color
tell me your favorite color
tell me how's
tell me how's your younger brother
what grade's he in?
go back to the rooftops
to the homes in the town
your brother had started to say
go back to the rooftops and kick the shingles down
'cause the days and the nights are the same
and the weather complains
oh, the least you could do is try and act surprised
try and act alright
but you're here for the chase and next year's a ways away
so tell me what's
tell me what's your favorite color
tell me your favorite color
tell me how's
tell me how's your younger brother
how's your younger brother?
tell me what's the first
very first record you owned
'cause I've got no plans if you don't
no plans if you don't
(7, 8)
tell me what's
tell me what's your favorite color
tell me your favorite color
tell me how's
tell me how's your younger brother
how's your younger brother?
tell me what's the first
very first record you owned
'cause I've got no plans if you don't
no plans if you don't
(okay, double it)
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breakneck speed
tying up your hands
'cause you're landing back on your feet
you know what I mean
vowel change
I remember when our voices used to sound the same
now we just translate
'cause I'm still amazed you made it out alive
after what you did
born on your feet, running
forest fires underneath your bed
but it's good to be back
good to be back
good to be back
spell it out
I always skip the words
'cause all the pictures are so bright and loud
better off than now
'cause I'm still amazed you made it out alive
after what you did
born on your feet, running
forest fires underneath your bed
'cause it's good to be back
good to be back
super fun
at the movies, drunk and young
double knots that came undone
but the big bad years are gone
yeah, the big bad years are done
and gone away
I remember when our voices used to sound the exact same
now we just translate
'cause I'm still amazed you made it out alive
after what you did
born on your feet
running, forest fires underneath your bed
but it's good to be back
good to be back
good to be back
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I'm on your team
but I never know when you're not
you never wear shoes without your socks
you never tell anything to me
I'm on your side
but only for a while, of course
you never use words you can't afford
a house of cards and it's a sign
so wait up
you never get nervous anymore
so wait up
you never get nervous anymore
what did you want me to say?
hey
what did you want me to do?
what did you want me to say?
inside the lines
gotta catch 'em in a paper cup
you never know when to change your luck
the sum of everything you like
I'm on your side
so introduce me to your friends
with the music and the lights and everything
so wait up
you never get nervous anymore
so wait up
you never get nervous anymore
what did you want me to say?
hey
what did you want me to do?
what did you want me to say?
it's only on the weekend
only on the television screens
always with your girlfriends
always with your conversations
making up for lost time
making it with me
wait up
you never get nervous anymore
so wait up
you never get nervous anymore
what did you want me to say?
hey
what did you want me to do?
what did you want me to say?
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I wanna tell you there's a really good reason
why I came home wasted in the middle of the night
a tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees
where I was always a winner and I was usually right
oh, you can watch it when you get a bit older
but for now in the bad bits, I should cover your eyes
she painted pictures with the tips of her fingers
sewing buttons to Bambi, tying strings to a kite
turning into black and white
underneath the swinging lights
barely awake
but I still got my stripes
'cause you're the killer with the colored kite
I wanna tell you there's a really good reason
why I came down easy, spinning threads to a throne
a tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees
where I was always a winner and I was barely alone
turning into black and white
underneath the swinging lights
barely awake
but I still got my stripes
'cause you're the killer with the colored kite
tangled up, tongue tied
tell me what to do
tangled up, tongue tied
tell me what to do
turning into black and white
underneath the swinging lights
barely awake
but I still got my stripes
'cause you're the killer with the colored kite
turning into black and white
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spend all our Sundays in a row
ten feet from Chinatown, like it's dead
but we know
'cause when he put you to bed
your great-grandfather always said
wasting is an art
like the nights we spent in backs of cars
a piece of the part
the end of a spark
a piece of the part
the end of a spark
a spark
under our bed, a monster lives
we fight his teeth with superglue and paper clips
mark the end of an age
the way that your handwriting changed
we should always pretend
well, you just start and I'll say when
a piece of the part
the end of a spark
a piece of the part
the end of a spark
a spark
when he put you to bed
your great-grandfather always said
wasting is an art
well, it's a good thing that I was young then
I am a gear
I am a spool of thread
as long as my teeth, they turn
we will always be newlyweds
the end of spark
a flash in the dark
a piece of the part
it's the end of a spark
a piece of the part
the end of a spark
a spark
a spark
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You've got to come into my kitchen for a crime
You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite
I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself
Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans, tin cans
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure
Watching your weekends and your holidays combine
Trying to color in between the dotted lines
Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand
But when you feel like you're a million then I feel like I'm a grand
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure
Made of paper and glue
You're a Rubik's cube
You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure
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gone to the coast
gone to the coast where I let my hair down
(down)
out on the beach
out on the beach where I let my ship sail
(sail)
gone to the coast
gone to the coast where I let my hair down
(ooh)
out on the beach
out on the beach where I let my ship sail
(ooh)
'cause I don't know what I want
I don't know what to think with both the curtains drawn
and I don't know about you
tell me something that I'm supposed to do
runners don't run to me, runners don't say the same old things
racers don't bother me, racers don't say the same old things
but you always do
gone to the coast
gone to the coast where I let my hair down
(down)
out on the beach
out on the beach where I let my ship sail
(sail)
gone to the coast
gone to the coast where I let my hair down
(down)
out on the beach
out on the beach where I let my ship sail
(sail)
'cause I don't know what I want
I don't know what to think with both the curtains drawn
and I don't know about you
tell me something that I'm supposed to do
to do
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the quiet kid has come to stay
what do you say?
he says I'm lonely, says I'm lonely
I'll tell you everything I know
what do you know?
he says I'm hopeless, says I'm hopeless
and that's why I can't send you Christmas cards
it's why I had to keep you in the dark
less big words and more exclamation marks
the little king is locked away (locked away!)
swallow the key
he says he's alright, but not sorry
I'll tell you everything I saw (what do you see?)
a hundred and one
he says it's alright, but I know what I've done
and that's why I can't send you Christmas cards
it's why I had to keep you in the dark
less big words and so ...
charmed but destroyed
opens up the window
bored and overwhelmed
always overwhelmed
but that's the best part, that's the best part
'cause I've been taking your advice
like a Speak & Spell
but I could get to know you better
and never know you well
and that's why I can't send you Christmas cards
it's why I had to keep you in the dark
less big words and so ...
charmed but destroyed
opens up the window
bored and overwhelmed
always overwhelmed
but that's the best part, that's the best part
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get comfortable, get unfrustrated
get healthy, and all the things that you want
I do, I do, I do not
fuck with the sure shot
not serious, about the way that you are
Carolina, happy belated
always golden, still the greatest
not sensible, I wanna marry a dancer
vegetarian, can't stand to be wrong
I do, I do, I do not
fuck with the sure shot
not serious or taken seriously
oh Carolina, happy belated
always golden, still the greatest
'cause it's there on the tip of your tongue,
on the back of your hand,
in the place that you had it last,
you need to be careful
all in a single night,
in a single dose,
is the best of the best for me,
so what do you need, what do you need, what do you need?
is it a call for an emergency?
so what is it like
for your song on karaoke night?
oh Carolina, happy belated
always golden, still the greatest
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catch your breath
take your time
it's a goldmine
but that's my only crime
that's my only crime
I'm the south
the sugarcane
and I have found a way to celebrate
but that's my only crime
just gimme the keys and gimme your time
so tell me
it's good to be back
a gold star turns black
tell me
it's good to be back
a gold star turns black
I see Paris
I see France
I see you making that face again
but that's my only crime
if you wanna make waves
so take your time
the nuclear whim with the fuse of a mile
new and improved
who is late all the time
oh, but that's my only crime
so tell me
it's good to be back
a gold star turns black
tell me
it's good to be back
a gold star turns black
so tell me
you're coming with us
ten outta ten
an A plus
so tell me
it's good to be back
turns black
turns black
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call it off, keep it in
grind it down to medicine
(oooooh)
especially anything
keep it in your first aid kit
(oooooh)
call it off, keep it in
grind it down to medicine
especially anything
keep it in your first aid kit
'cause lately I'm a good news guy
yes lately I'm a good news guy
call her up, she stays in
grind it down, her medicine
her specialty's anything
but lately she use a first aid kit
call her off, she stays in
grinding down, her medicine
her specialty's anything
but lately she's a first aid kit
her specialty's anything
but lately she's a first aid kit
(keep it in your first aid kit)
(oooooh)
'cause lately I'm a good news guy
yes lately I'm a good news guy
'cause lately I'm a good news guy
call it off, keep it in
grind it down to medicine
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