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| One Week |
| Words & Music by Ed Robertson |
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| It's been one week since you looked at me |
| cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry. |
| Five days since you laughed at me |
| saying get that together come back and see me. |
| Three days since the living room |
| I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you |
| Yesterday you'd forgiven me |
| but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry |
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| Hold it now and watch the hoodwink |
| As I make you stop, think |
| You'll think you're looking at Aquaman |
| I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss |
| I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan |
| Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes |
| Big like Leann Rimes |
| Because I'm all about value |
| Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits |
| You try to match wits |
| You try to hold me but I bust through |
| Gonna make a break and take a fake |
| I'd like a stinkin achin shake |
| I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours |
| Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know |
| The vertigo is gonna grow |
| Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver |
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| How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad |
| Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad |
| I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral |
| Can't understand what I mean? |
| Well, you soon will |
| I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve |
| I have a history of taking off my shirt |
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| It's been one week since you looked at me |
| Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy |
| Five days since you tackled me |
| I've still got the rug burns on both my knees |
| It's been three days since the afternoon |
| You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon |
| Yesterday you'd forgiven me |
| And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry |
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| Chickity China the Chinese chicken |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin' |
| Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison |
| I hope the Smoking Man's in this one |
| Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic |
| Like Sting I'm Tantric |
| Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy |
| Like Kurasawa I make mad films |
| Okay I don't make films |
| But if I did they'd have a samurai |
| Gonna get a set of better clubs |
| Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my |
| irons aren't always flying off the back-swing |
| Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon |
| Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes |
| that make me think the wrong thing |
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| How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad |
| Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad |
| I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral |
| Can't understand what I mean? You soon will |
| I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve |
| I have a history of losing my shirt |
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| It's been one week since you looked at me |
| Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry |
| Five days since I laughed at you |
| and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do |
| Three days since the living room |
| We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do? |
| Yesterday you just smiled at me |
| Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry |
| It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry |
| It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie |
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| Light Up My Room |
| Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Ed Robertson |
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| A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood |
| Somehow that always just made me feel good |
| I can put a spare bulb in my hand |
| And light up my yard |
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| Late at night when the wires in the walls |
| Sing in tune with the din of the falls |
| I'm conducting it all while I sleep |
| To light this whole town |
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| If you question what I would do |
| To get over and be with you |
| Lift you up over everything |
| To light up my room |
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| There's a shopping cart in the ravine |
| The foam on the creek is like pop and ice cream |
| A field full of tires that is always on fire |
| To light my way home |
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| There are luxuries we can't afford |
| But in our house we never get bored |
| We can dance to the radio station |
| That plays in our teeth |
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| If you question what I would do |
| To get over and be with you |
| Lift you up over everything |
| To light up my room |
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| A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood |
| Somehow that always just made me feel good |
| I can put a spare bulb in my hand |
| And light up my yard |
| Light up my yard |
| Lights in my yard |
| Light up my yard |
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| I'll Be That Girl |
| Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page |
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| If I were you (and I wish that I were you), |
| All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue |
| I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes, |
| tie my pantyhose around my neck |
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| I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over |
| If I were a field, you would be in clover |
| If I were the sun, you would be in shadow |
| And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow |
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| If you will not have me as myself, |
| perhaps as someone else |
| Perhaps as you I'll be worth noticing |
| Then even a eunuch won't resist |
| The magic of a kiss from such as me |
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| I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over |
| If I were a field, you would be in clover |
| If I were the sun, you would be in shadow |
| If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow |
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| It's time to kick off your shoes, |
| learn how to choose sadness |
| It's time to throw off those chains, |
| addle our brains with madness |
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| 'Cause we've got plenty of time |
| to grow old and die |
| But when at last your beauty's faded |
| you'll be glad that I have waited for you |
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| When you're done |
| with being beautiful and young |
| When that course is run, then come to me |
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| I'll be that girl -- and you would be right over |
| If I were a field, you would be in clover |
| If I were the sun, you would be in shadow |
| If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow |
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| Leave |
| Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson |
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| I've informed you to leave |
| 'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep |
| I get ill when I get tired |
| So I'll try to rest if you'll stand guard |
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| Do do do do do do do do Whoa |
| Do do do do do do do |
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| I've informed you to leave |
| 'Cause I can't stand to hear you breathe |
| I chew up and I choke down |
| The scraps you choose to leave around |
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| Do do do do do do do do Whoa |
| Do do do do do do do |
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| Apparitions still won't leave me alone |
| It's as if you never left |
| How am I supposed to remember you |
| When you won't let me forget? |
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| I've informed you to leave |
| 'Cause I can't afford to lose more sleep |
| There's your shoes, and there's the door |
| Please don't come here anymore |
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| Do do do do do do do do Whoa |
| Do do do do do do do |
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| Alcohol |
| Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page |
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| Alcohol, my permanent accessory |
| Alcohol, a party-time necessity |
| Alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself |
| O Alcohol, I still drink to your health |
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| I love you more than I did the week before |
| I discovered alcohol |
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| Forget the caffe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea |
| A Malibu and Coke for you, a G&T for me |
| Alcohol, Your songs resolve like |
| my life never will |
| When someone else is picking up the bill |
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| I love you more than I did the week before |
| I discovered alcohol |
| O Alcohol, would you please forgive me? |
| For while I cannot love myself |
| I'll use something else |
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| I thought that Alcohol was just for those with |
| nothing else to do |
| I thought that drinking just to get drunk |
| was a waste of precious booze |
| But now I know that there's a time |
| and there's a place where I can choose |
| To walk the fine line between |
| self-control and self-abuse |
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| I love you more than I did the week before |
| I discovered alcohol |
| Would you please ignore that you |
| found me on the floor |
| Trying on your camisole? |
| O Alcohol, would you please forgive me? |
| For while I cannot love myself |
| I'll use something else. |
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| Would you please forgive me |
| Would you please forgive me |
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| Call And Answer |
| Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page |
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| I think it's getting to the point |
| where I can be myself again |
| I think it's getting to the point |
| where we have almost made amends |
| I think it's the getting to the point |
| that is the hardest part. |
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| And if you call, I will answer |
| and if you fall, I'll pick you up |
| and if you court this disaster |
| I'll point you home |
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| You think I only think about you |
| when we're both in the same room |
| You think I'm only here to witness |
| the remains of love exhumed |
| You think we're here to play |
| a game of who loves more than whom |
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| And if you call, I will answer |
| and if you fall, I'll pick you up |
| and if you court this disaster |
| I'll point you home |
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| You think it's only fair to do what's |
| best for you and you alone |
| You think it's only fair to do the same |
| to me when you're not home |
| I think it's time to make this something that is |
| more than only fair |
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| So if you call, I will answer |
| and if you fall, I'll pick you up |
| and if you court this disaster |
| I'll point you home. |
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| But I'm warning you, don't ever do |
| those crazy, messed up things that you do |
| If you ever do |
| I promise you I'll be the first to crucity you |
| Now it's time to prove that you've come back |
| here to rebuild. |
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| In The Car |
| Words & Music by Steven Page |
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| She fed me strawberries and |
| freezer-burned ice cream |
| I said "Goodbye, I guess" |
| She lifted up her dress |
| and so I must confess, |
| we made out one more time |
| before I left for good |
| She thought I'd come back but I |
| wouldn't want to seem like other guys |
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| A book-and-record love, |
| we sat and read our books, |
| between those longing looks, |
| compounded by our fear, |
| My tongue inside her ear, |
| my tongue inside her |
| in the basement of her mother's |
| house where she once taped the |
| first three sides of Sandanista for my car. |
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| We were looking for ourselves |
| and found each other |
| In the Car |
| it was rare to do much more |
| than simply mess around |
| In the Car |
| It was mostly mutual masturbation |
| And though we spoke of penetration |
| I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out |
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| Once I had this dream |
| where I slept with her mom |
| A secret all along, unless I've got this wrong |
| Unless she hears this song |
| unless she hears it |
| on a tape inside her car |
| with her new husband and she |
| turns to him and says "I think that's me" |
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| In the Car |
| We were looking for ourselves |
| but found each other |
| In the Car |
| We groped for excuses |
| not to be alone anymore |
| In the Car |
| We were waiting for our lives |
| to start their endings |
| In the Car |
| We were never making love |
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| Never is Enough |
| Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Ed Robertson |
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| What, am I to wake up suddenly and then |
| enroll at the local college and earn me a degree |
| And I could work weekends? |
| if I've worked real hard |
| I could mow your back yard |
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| I can go to Europe travel with my friends |
| I can blow a thousand deutsche marks |
| to get drunk in a pub with some Australians. |
| Buy a giant backpack |
| sew a flag on the back |
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| I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough) |
| I never have to do that stuff |
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| I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough) |
| You never have to do that stuff |
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| I never had to spend a summer planting trees |
| I never worked my way through a forest inch by inch |
| doubled over on my hands and knees. |
| I never spent a single day in retail |
| telling people what they want to hear |
| telling people anything to make a sale. |
| Eating in the food court |
| with the old and the bored |
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| I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough) |
| I never have to do that stuff |
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| The worlds your oyster shell |
| So what's that funny smell |
| You eat the bivalve anyway |
| And you're sick with salmonella |
| You get your Ph.D. |
| How happy you will be |
| When you get a job at Wendy's |
| And are honored with employee of the month |
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| I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough) |
| I never have to do that stuff |
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| I think never is enough (Yeah never is enough) |
| You never have to do that stuff |
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| Told You So |
| Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson |
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| I never jumped in and rescued you, |
| but I wanted to |
| I didn't tell you which way to go, |
| 'cause I thought you'd know |
| You had a problem with your new found |
| wealth, you brought it on yourself |
| I never told you I told you so, but I told you so |
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| Have to let it go |
| it's time to let it go |
| Now I can't believe |
| It took so long to leave |
| Perhaps one day I'll grieve |
| Or I never will |
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| I never told you I agreed with you |
| I don't think I do |
| I wasn't sure quite what the whole thing |
| meant, but I'm glad you went |
| I never thought that it could be painless, |
| but it is I guess |
| I had myself fooled into needing you, |
| did I fool you too? |
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| Have to let it go |
| it's time to let it go |
| Now I can't believe |
| It took so long to leave |
| Perhaps one day I'll grieve |
| Or I never will |
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| A viral infection that can incubate for years |
| Caused by affection fallen deep into arrears |
| No medication to procure |
| Makes me pure, there's no cure, I am sure |
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| I never mentioned how I've prayed for you, |
| and now I've paid for you |
| I never said that I would wait for you, |
| it's too late for you |
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| Have to let it go |
| it's time to let it go |
| Now I can't believe |
| It took so long to leave |
| Perhaps one day I'll grieve |
| Or I never will |
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| When You Dream |
| Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Steven Page |
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| With life just begun, my sleeping new son |
| has eyes that roll back in his head |
| They flutter and dart, he slows down his heart |
| and pictures a world past his bed |
| It's hard to believe |
| As I watch you breathe |
| Your mind drifts and weaves |
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| When you dream, |
| what do you dream about? |
| When you dream, |
| what do you dream about? |
| Do you dream about |
| music or mathematics |
| or planets too far for the eye? |
| Do you dream about |
| Jesus or quantum mechanics |
| or angels who sing lullabies? |
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| His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived |
| With memories he'll learn to ignore |
| And when it is closed, he already knows |
| he's forgotten all he knew before |
| But when sleep sets in |
| history begins |
| But the future will win |
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| When you dream, |
| what do you dream about? |
| When you dream, |
| what do you dream about? |
| Are they colour or black and white, |
| Yiddish or English |
| or languages not yet conceived? |
| Are they silent or boisterous? |
| Do you hear noises just |
| loud enough to be perceived? |
| Do you hear Del Shannon's "Runaway" playing |
| on transistor radio waves? |
| With so little experience, |
| your mind not yet cognizant |
| Are you wise beyond your few days? |
| When you dream, |
| what do you dream about? |
| When you dream, |
| what do you dream about? |
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| Long Way Back Home |
| Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson. Music by Ed Robertson |
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| It's a long way back home |
| to pack up and leave again |
| Together alone |
| You without me again |
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| It's a long way back home |
| and a long way back here again |
| I should have known |
| That you would just bleed again |
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| For the first time I knew what to do |
| The first time it's just me and you |
| and then the worst timing I ever knew |
| I have to go |
| I already know |
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| It's a long way back home |
| To feel like I'm far away |
| How should I know |
| What goes on here anyway? |
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| For the first time I knew what to do |
| The first time it's just me and you |
| and then the worst timing I ever knew |
| I have to go |
| I already know |
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| Why not spend a week on a star |
| No time, he can't get there by car |
| When we get some time on our own |
| We'll plan our next year alone |
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| It's a long way back home |
| from just about anywhere |
| 'Cause once through the door |
| I'm not even halfway there |
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| For the first time I knew what to do |
| The first time it's just me and you |
| and then the worst timing I ever knew |
| I have to go |
| I already know |
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| It's a long way back home |
| It's a long way back home |
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