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pay my bills
03:15
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pay my bills -in the morning/ pay my bills - in the evening/ pay my bills - if you like me won'tcha please pay my bills for me/ delete these songs from your ipod/ delete these songs from your hard-drive/ go back and buy 'em from my website/ c'mon and gimme all your money baby/ ooh yeah/ said please honey please/ pay my bills for me please/ I'm not just talkin to the ladies/ y'know it's hard to make sweet music/ when you can't even make ends meet/ gimme your cash, I'll use it/ c'mon baby, you can't refuse me/ take it from your grandma's purse, I don't care/ put it in a paper bag or stuff it in your underwear/ pay my bills, pay my bills for me/ c'mon baby pay my bills for me
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xylostomp
04:07
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La La La Lalala/ La La La La La
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paper moon waltz
04:04
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This paper moon which hangs in my bedroom/ sings me to sleep when the night's growing long/ and I know from his song/ that when I'm feeling weak/ he'll do his best to be strong/ this paper moon watches over my bedroom/ dances with my cat and keeps time in my band/ and I know it's not planned/ but the ebb and flow of his beat/ seems to pull me back up to my feet/ and we dance - papermoon/ we dance in the starlight, we sing/ like the first time you showed me everything/ beneath a paper moon/ this paper moon has cracks that show through/ when he shines his light so soft and true/ from one of the times as I cried/ he fell from the sky/ now he's always nearby/ beneath my roof/ this papermoon dresses all of my wounds/ pours honey on rainy grey afternoons/ and until he ascends back to heaven again/ I'll bend to his powerful tune.
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dear mr. metermaid
04:06
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Please don't tow my car/ I've used up all the quarters in my jar/ I'm running late/ and there just aint/ no better place for me to park/ I'm not tryin to make excuses/ no, I'll pay whatever fine you charge/ just please don't tow, oh please don't tow my car/ Please don't tow my car/ I realize this space is clearly marked/ if I had a dime I'd buy three minutes time/ and hurry back before it passed/ I don't want to play the victim/ no, I'll pay whatever fee I'm taxed/ Just Please don't tow, oh please don't tow my car/ Please don't tow my car/ You've got to know I fumbled in the dark/ to feed the meter, searched beneath the seat/ but all I got was nickels and pennies/ I don't want to file a greivance/ but these are no good in your machine/ so please don't tow, oh please don't tow my car/ now I've got outstanding tickets, that I swear I'm gonna pay/ when I get some extra money and can spare the time of day/ I'd drive down to city hall right now if I thought I'd find a space/ the mayor he wants his cash I'm sure and I'm happy to oblige/ I work a shutdown in two weeks and when it's done I'll pay the fine/ but it's up in Ft. St. John, you see and to get there I must drive/ So please don't tow oh please don't tow my car/ it's full of many things I just can't part with/ My favorite CDs are locked inside the glove compartment/ this ford aint worth a lot of money/ and the only cash I have is johnny/ but it's all I've got so please don' tow my car
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paperman
02:01
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If I was made of paper/ I couldn't climb up to your room at night/ I'd avoid the wind and rain and fire/ I'd be forced to spend my days inside/ If I was made of paper/ human contact would put me at risk/ of being torn and tattered/ I would have to fear a simple kiss/ If I was made of paper/ then I probably couldn't hold your hand/ I wouldn't keep too many friends/ I wonder if you'd understand/ I don't want to hurt nobody, but/ such deep and painful paper cuts/ down to the bone would penetrate/ I don't think I exaggerate/ anyone who had the fate/ of rubbing my the wrong way/ if I was made of paper.
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claptrack
03:11
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wwwwooooooooorrrrrrwwwwwwwwaaahhahahahwhawahhwhawhawhhawhawwwwwwwww
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outerspace
03:20
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I saw it on the silverscreen/ up on the moon, the grass so green/ and guitars like a laserbeam/ and men whos thoughts are so advanced/ that nothing's left to fate or chance/ and science beams us to the stars/ where creatures [float] in flying cars/ outer space/ staring into a vaccuous wasteland/ why bury your face in the sand?/ outer space/ stuffing all your dreams into tin cans/ you'll never reach the promised land/ outer space/ say how's that stardust taste?/ is it astral dessert or is it just plain old dirt?/ Harmonious the galaxy/ no reason left for war or greed/ if still some evil lurks to fight/ then they are wrong and we are right/ right?
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pay my bills[reprise]
03:30
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plunk plunk plunk
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Weekday Yardsale is what happens when Jordan Pond is assaulted by a few moments of quiet solitude. It's pretty all over the place, but so are Jordan's tastes. He likes some things and dislikes others but sees no point in drawing lines in the sand. He also tries to keep it as simple and raw as possible, because he feels music is just better that way. ... more
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