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Marmalade Jam
03:19
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Strange Boys
03:12
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I've been left all alone to think about the government
but I'm still so clueless, now ain't that the truth
well see there's my old man, he's screaming
'there ain't no need to worry, son'
but I don't know..
it seems there's all of these rules,
you gotta do good in school
man, I just wanna sit and be
while I'm still young & I still get seasick
how I feel right over you
screaming, baby please, I'm three feet apart
from certain tragedy
I've been felled to this ground in a puddle of drool
it ain't safe, not to call you around
and I've been left for a fool, I'm caught singing the blues
man, I just can't figure it out
but if you bring the hens, well I'll bring the cocks
and we can make this a party
I've been caught up in a net, I feel strung up to die
by all you jokers and their wives
I'm pulling at these strings of your marionette lives
man, they're all living so comfortably, woo!
this country boy's spied a high city girl
I hope she'll come lay in this hay tonight
we could shoot for falling stars & keep each other held so tight
soon up creep the fears as morning's drawing near
I she'll stay with me, instead
because I think about nothing, no one, no body
man, this girl is surely too good to be mine
I just can't seem to sleep at night
not without you on my mind, girl
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Independent
03:32
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after forty-nine years, I'd been messin' around
I'd spent forty-nine years, with my head in the clouds
after forty-nine years, I've been stumblin' round
but it sure ain't worth the clowns
ai'ght, flick your cigarettes, boys
it's best if you all leave this town
go on, flick your cigarette, girl
and kiss - goddammit, don't you be so proud
just kiss me now, I said hey..
all you rich kids sit, just getting boring
as we poor kids sit, growing bolder
if at first we can't seem to buy our shit
well, from these rich kids it'll get stolen..
I said hey, how d'ya do?
what's the point in believing in hell,
when all you seem to do is yell?
you're saying:
'independent sounds are fumbling now'
but, uh, what's the point in the crowds?
I'll say it, go!
oh, how d'ya do?
what'cha lookin' so stoopid, huh?
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