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Words & Music by Steven Duffy & Steven Page
The girl works at the store sweet Jane St. Clair
Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there
it wasn't long before I lived with her
I sang her songs while she dyed her hair
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Jane, divided, but I can't decide what side I'm on
Jane decided only cowards stay, while traitors run
Jane, Jane
I'd bring her gold and frankincense and myrrh
She thought that I was making fun of her
She made me feel I was fourteen again
That's why she thinks it's cooler if we'd just stay friends
Jane doesn't think a man could ever be faithful
Jane isn't giving me a chance to be shameful
Jane, Jane
I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday
That life could be better by being together
is what I cannot explain to Jane
The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. Clair
Was dazzled by her smile while I shoplift there
No promises as vague as Heaven
No Juliana next to my Evan
Jane, desired by the people at the school and work
Jane is tired, 'cause every man becomes a lovesick jerk
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Words & Music by Steven Page
Someone somewhere has unglued our epoxy
And now I'm kissing you by proxy
Hope you don't mind
Somewhere someone is dreaming of me
Tries to love me, hope you don't mind
I love you
intermittently
I love you intermittently
She's a lot like you but she don't look like you
Okay, she's not you
But she'll do fine
I got my life on hold just to avoid confrontation
But should I tell you to your face and
Risk my hide?
I love you
intermittently
I love you intermittently
When immeasurably
Turns to intermittently
There's no use in going on
Except for fear of being wrong
Every morning I just hit the ground yawning...
Stick around if you enjoy disaster
'Cause if you can't see what I'm after
You must be blind
I love you
intermittently
I love you intermittently
Didn't have the heart to say goodbye
So I continued in my charlatan ways
Did I say heart?
I meant to say guts
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Words & Music by Ed Robertson
A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs
But I've never been good with plants
Her next presentation, a new dictionary
She'd circled the word "romance"
So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic
I shaved her name in my head
And as she beheld it, she said I misspelled it;
Need more be said!
Chorus:
These apples are delicious!
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
Can all this fruit be free?
She wrote me a letter as big as a phonebook
I've never been big on mail
I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethebridge
And wondered if it still went by rail
I've never been frightened of being enlightened
But some things can go too far
Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar,
You get what my meanings are
Chorus
I'm not trying to sing a love song -- I'm trying to sing in tune.
I know I am sometimes headstrong
Falling love, catching fire -- I want to be consumed
Wondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire!
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Words & Music by Steven Page
As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter
Through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land,
You say you don't believe a thing I say, I say you don't believe a thing
You say you can't believe how I don't understand
Chorus:
But I Know
That you will be waiting
Oh I know
That you will be waiting
Oh I know
You Will be waiting
Waiting there for me
You say you cannot live with me, you need your own identity
And now we air our laundry on national TV
And so you hate my arrogance, my smothering and sitting on the fence,
But I'm afraid of the hard permanence of letting you go free
Chorus
I'm so sick of fighting and that effigy you're lighting looks
An awful lot like whose name I just can't quite place
And though you say it's not supposed to be me or any entity
Still through the lames and smoke I see I recognize that face
Chorus
And you were someone who would
Always tell me things I don't know,
And tell me where to go
But there I'll always go
Whether or not you're waiting
I don't care if you'll be waiting
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Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page
Learn to lose, it's easier that way
We've paid our dues, but we can't make life pay
All across the world, people going mad
in their mother's cars, the kids are feeling sad
That's how it is, and I'll see you later
Everything old is new again
Everything under the sun
Now that I'm back with you again
We hug and we kiss
We sit and make lists
We drink and I bandage your wrists
Wasted youth -- there wasn't much to waste
Down to the bone, and still losing weight
With all the wishing in the world glistening in her eyes
But when I say I love her, she thinks I'm telling lies
is it all lost? No, we never had it
Everything old is new again
Everything under the sun
All of our fears come true again
Recycle reuse
Resent and refuse
Our parent's ideals and view
She thinks the afterlife might just be where the action is
With high schools built like prisons, she can't find a way to live
Moved back home to fill the empty nest
Afraid to roam, in love with second best
While somewhere in the world, she's hosting her own show
And everyone she questions never seems to know
Who they are and where they are going
Everything old is new again
Everything under the sun
Now that I'm without you again
I wake up and eat
I go back to sleep
And let my nightmares repeat
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Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page
You're in an all-girl band
Your futon's second hand
Your parents understand but you don't care
I have a job in a shop
I'm an undercover cop
I make sure the customers aren't thieves
Old at being young
Young at being old
Everything's on hold within our evolution
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You're my alternative girlfriend
I love you, and now you cannot pretend
There's nothing left that won't cross over
Last night we slept on the lawn
you woke up and I was gone
Back to the dream I dream to leave
My life with her is a bore
A worn-out metaphor
No more surprises up its sleeve
We're old at being young
Young at being old
Everything's been sold to other's revolutions
Chorus
You live above your dad's four-car garage
With your vinyl and imaginary entourage
if I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick
So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick
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Words & Music by Ed Robertson
Am I the only one who gets to make you laugh.,
Laugh until you cry?
Am I the only one who asks you to go,
Go on without me?
Am I the only one who loves when you leave
Your hair down in front of your eyes?
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And who do you think I am?
And who do you think I'll be?
without You?
Am I the only one who had to dress you up
To see how you fell down
Am I the only one who needs you to go,
Go on about me?
Am I the only one who loves when you leave
Your hair down in front of your eyes?
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Words & Music by Andrew Creeggan
Hey I'm a cow, I'm curious
Hey watch me now, I'm furious
Hey I'm a cow, I'm full of hate
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Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
When she was three
Her barbies always did it on the first date
Now she's with me,
There's never any need for them to demonstrate
She's like a baby, I'm like a cat;
When we are happy, we both get fat and still
it's never enough, it's never enough,
it's never enough
Chorus:
But I don't tend to worry about the things that other people say,
And I'm learning that I wouldn't want it any other way
Call me crazy, but it really doesn't matter
All that matters to me is she
Her life, in a nutshell
No way would she want it to change me
it's not that easy 'cause
My time is often decided for me
For me
She memorized every pencil crayon colour in the box
Her blue-green eyes complement the burn sienna in her locks
She's at the movies, I'm on the phone;
When we're separated, we're never alone, but still
it's never enough, it's never enough,
No it's never enough
Chorus
I fell down
With no one there to catch me from falling
Then she came 'round
And only her tenderness stopped me from bawling my eyes out
I'm OK
And that's why
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Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page
Who's lonely now?
Which one of us is suffering?
Who's in his cups? Which one of us recovering?
Who likes to look at pictures and cries, but way too late?
Who doesn't want to change a thing, accepting it was fate?
Chorus:
The wrong man was convicted
You know I did the deed
I thought that you would wait for me
Your wants I needn't heed
The wrong man lies beside you
And waits for you to wake
And all because I lacked conviction,
The judgment's my mistake
Who's breathless now?
Who only hyperventilates?
Who'd die for you! Who's dying inside anyway?
Which one of us is sunshine and which one's growing dim?
while two men dream of you at night, do you just dream of him?
Chorus
Who's lonely now?
Who's reaching out to no one?
Who's lonely now?
it takes one to know one
I changed my mind; you said that I could change it back
I wanted space, and now change has fallen through the cracks
if I'm again beside your body, don't tell me where it's been
it's cruel, unusual punishment to kiss fingerprinted skin
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Words by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
Music by Jim Creeggan, Steven Page & Ed Robertson
You and I have been through this before
I owe you my whole life, nothing more
I never said that I liked you the most
You're my father, I'm your son, who's the Holy Ghost?
Where does the time go when it's not around here?
Here we stand at the edge of the drive
I'm just waiting for my ride to arrive
I wait to see if you've any last words
We pulled away, I called your name, I don't think you heard
Where does the time go when it's not around here?
I don't know
Where does the time go when it's not around here?
You and I never shared all that much
When I leave, I'll be all right, I'll keep in touch
As your road narrows, so mine grows wider
As I leave I turn and wave to the Great Provider
Where does the time go when it's not around here?
I don't know
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