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Mr. Soul - Iron And Wine

"Well hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head in the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to"

The Brilliant Dance - Dashboard Confessional

"So this is odd, the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't"

Mr. Soul - Buffalo Springfield

"Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the"

Locust - Tilt

"I don't expect a response from you and I Won't try to elicit one I stroke your walls as I prowl along They seem to be so strong Your windows are on their own they are Letting in a steady blow I can hear"

Programs - Paulson

"Broke and drunk on lemonade; her idea to go away. When-when they-they arrive dress-dressed in pride, they'll wash them down in flashing lights. Weight escapes in stereo, soldiers cracking random codes. He'll"

Toy Gun Anthem - Boysetsfire

"You're just another anthem Guided by the bullet And you can take this all to hell With your fucking victims Down a toast of their blood with your wine While refining your ego's defense The glory of bullets,"

Confessions Of A Futon-Revolutionist - The Weakerthans

"Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol. Hang our diplomas"

The Walls Have Ears - Elvis Presley

"The walls have ears Ears that hear each little sound you make Every time you stamp through a lamp And every cup and dish you break But they can't hear a kiss Or two arms that hold you tight So come on"

88 Seconds And Still Counting - Pop Will Eat Itself

"Don't mean to bore ya I'm just here to warn ya Creep round the peepshow But keep your head low 88 seconds and still counting Klansman beckons To pounce for the pouncing A double bad dare A triple frightmare On"

Cloudburst At Shingle Street - Thomas Dolby

"We climb the cliffs and hang from trees wrap the rocks and the beach state of shock at flick of switch (mindless) into the cloudburst overhead I wanna get my face wet been buried in the sand for years (headlong)"

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