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Junior Beams
02:25
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You're looking at me with a microphone on top of your head
I'm looking at you through the face of a ten-year-old kid
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
03:02
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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
She's an athlete
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 know 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 ever had is written on my hand
And I'm saving it for my rock & roll band
You wouldn't understand
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Baseball Teams
02:38
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A flyer's sticking 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 too proud to mention this is really my first show
Those geeks from school are always crampin' my style
I think about dropping 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 too proud to mention this is really my first show
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A Guitar's Funeral
03:07
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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 know 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 this gun back to your dad
Before he sees something's missing
Or if you're too scared you can leave it with me
Everybody knows 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 breathe
You talk too much. Don't sit so close to me
You're older brother's friend drives a bitchin' car
He smokes cigarettes and he can play guitar
And 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
03:23
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Stoic club in summer heat
Tree house 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
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
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 & roll
You
Your jacket's really cool
I'll steal it when you get home from school
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