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Junior Beams
02:26
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You're looking at me
With a microphone
I'm looking at you
Through the face of a ten-year-old kid
Do you have any idea what you did?
Or any idea what it means?
Please don't look at me
Your girlfriend's so ugly
Kick back your chair
Prepare to stare at the ceiling 'til morning
Initials and genes
The initials of your Junior Beams
The past month, it's all been a dream
I'm starting to see what you mean
Junior Beams
When I see you
I just know
You're gonna love me too
Please don't look at me
Your girlfriend's so ugly
Strange familiarity
With everyone you meet
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She's An Athlete
02:59
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Striped shirts and allergies
There are no words
I'm inflecting a tone
One to improve my speech
Talk shop when you walk in the room
Striped shirts and allergies
She'll have nothing to do with me
I'll spend my summer turning over tracks again
I'll spend mine alone, she'll spend hers with her friends
Until it ends
She wears socks up to her knees
She has responsibilities
She's an athlete
Her tennis team's to tough for me
A broken arm, an injured knee
Last Saturday, a court of clay
Can't say I'm unimpressed with the way she plays
Two months too soon
A word too few, what used to rhyme
A song she heard once, I hear it all the time
And it's mine
Twice the key has changed
Entire verses rearranged
But she's an athlete
She'll never be impressed with me
A broken arm, an injured knee
November 3rd, forgot the words
To my favorite song, I'm sure that no one heard
Striped shirts and allergies
There are no words
I'm inflecting a tone
One to improve my speech
Talk shop when you walk in the room
Striped shirts and allergies
This can't be happening to me
The best idea I've ever had is written on my hand
And I'm saving it for my rock 'n' roll band
You wouldn't understand
She's an athlete
Her tennis team's too tough for me
A broken arm, an injured knee
Last Saturday, a court of clay
Can't say I'm unimpressed with the way she plays
She's an athlete
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Baseball Teams
02:37
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A flier's stickin' to the heel of my shoe
My shirt's not buttoned straight
My legs, they won't move
The band's not playing any songs that I know
I'm so disappointed
I just want to go home
Baseball teams and lucid dreams
We're cool with cream
I'm embarrassed to admit
That this is really my first show
Missed a chord, I'm getting bored
I feel ignored
But I'm to proud to mention
This is really my first show
Those geeks from school are always crampin' my style
I think about droppin' out
Every once in a while
Baseball teams and Junior Beams
We're cool with cream
I'm embarrassed to admit
That this is really my first show
Missed a chord, I'm getting bored
I feel ignored
But I'm to proud to mention
This is really my first show
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A Guitar's Funeral
03:05
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The summer is done
I'm frustrated too
So grab your dad's gun
And we can shoot a can or two
By the tree
Where I met you
If something goes wrong
Nobody will see
Everybody knows you
And you know me
Just watch what I do
Just take it easy
It's too late she's gone
You shouldn't feel so bad
Just throw some music on
And get the gun back to your dad
Before he sees
Somethings missing
Or if you're too scared
You can leave it with me
Everybody know you
And you know me
I know what to do
And you know where I'll be
This room is so small
It's hard to breath
You talk too much
Don't sit so close to me
Randall Pennington
Drives a brand new car
He smokes cigarettes
And he can play guitar
He'll never understand the indignity it is to be your friend
Everybody hates you
Including me
It's just the things that you do
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Henry Huggins In Hell
03:19
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Stoic club in Summer's heat
Treehouse ruins on clubhouse street
My eyes
I think I'd rather die
Show some sensitivity
Read your blind girls poetry
Their eyes
They look a whole lot like mine
You
You're jacket's really cool
I wish I stayed home from school
My shoes are starting to look old
My jacket sleeves are full of holes
You
It's us, it's them, it's me
I bet you credits to navy beans
I think I'm already too old
To learn guitar, to rock 'n' roll
You
Your jacket's really cool
I'll steal it when you get home from school
You
Your jacket's really cool
I wish I stayed home from school
My shoes are starting to look old
My jacket sleeves are full of holes
It's us, it's them, it's me
I bet you credits to navy beans
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Please don't look at me
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