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This is how it happens, everything so fast. Look everything is gone. My world, your world, all in one world. Everything's lost when he gets angry. One red button, that leads to nothing. Wipe out a generation with hell to pay. We can fool our silly hearts of hiding places, cold spaces for continual life. I'll wait by the wayside for our own destruction. There goes our outer layer. Stocks for sun block on the rise. (A frank taste of vulnerability for everybody watching. Nuclear destruction, if it happens, would drink up our atmosphere, leaving us with no strength to survive. Without the ozone layer to protect us life isn't factorable. Is this everything they wanted?)
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Malarie's mission. She's walking down the cause way. She's listening for him. She'll listen, she'll listen. She filed the papers, that were necessary for his removal, so she could go home. So she could sleep alone now. Malarie's mission. Free herself from his disaster. His bottled nights. His stranger premonitions. Her life was a wasteland. Held up to drive him away. She dreamt of promises, awoke with lies and mistakes.
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Waited up all night next to the radio. Locked up with you and your K.V. T-shirt. Read allowed (sic) from your travel journal, showed me your photographs even though I didn't know anyone. Locked up with you was fun. You and your K.V. T-shirt. I wouldn't leave if they unlocked the door. I've grown to like this spot on the floor. I wouldn't leave if they unlocked the door. Painted pictures on the wall. It was your idea. I learned about you from your reds and your blues. Spent some time peering through the glass, ran through documentaries of your past even though I'd never been. Locked up with you was fun. You and your K.V. T-shirt.
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If I listened to my own wise words half the time,
I wouldn't be so sad half the time.
And if I ignored him half the time
and closed my eyes and held my ears and went to bed half the time, I think I'd be all right.
He said, she said, 'I think I'll be alright.'
I said, 'Shut the door so the creeps will stay out tonight.'
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Milly says she doesn't want to be anything she's ever been cause everything she's ever been, was everything she never wanted to be. Milly says she doesn't want to go any place she's ever been, cause every place she's ever been she's been out of place. And so I'd have to say I understand. Milly says next time she'll close her eyes. Cause everything she's ever seen has made her sad inside. And I'd have to say that I understand. Milly says she doesn't want to go any place she's ever been cause every place she's ever been, she's been out of place. And so I'd have to say I understand.
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I'm further than a mess. My emotions are just madness.
And everything he said to me was miles from the truth.
The ocean makes a crashing sound but I'm so furious.
What seems distant is washing up right here.
The lights are swinging above my head.
Envelope in my hand but it's nothing I haven't read.
You heard the story on the news after she called you from the corner.
She didn't seem so well but you hadn't cared at all.
Flashing lights filled your front lawn.
Now you really wished you never got involved.
The lights are swinging above your head.
Envelope in your hand but it's nothing you haven't read.
It's a catalyst of awkward situations.
Keep your mouth shut and you can't cause no harm.
Is it all so true? Or is it just ridiculous?
what seems real fails to be pointed out.
The lights are swinging above our heads.
Envelopes in our hands.
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He walked the highway.
He felt the sky and he wished to be part of a peaceful past.
Awake in the hallway.
I can't bring you down my way.
I'm waiting for it all just to explode.
Step out into the street.
Look. What do you see?
Is there anything familiar, Mom?
He's got a gas mask on.
Everybody's waiting for the bomb.
Is there anything familiar mom?
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The sun comes up, over your house, over your head.
Today, simplicity makes you wish you were dead.
I heard you cut and ran.
This time I don't care.
How can you deem me responsible after I explained it all?
I told you again and again, I would last in one place too long.
I was over. But now I understand.
I don't care if I go through life and I never see you again.
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The room was dark and black and blue. I bought a copy of the Times for you. There was moer in that room than you and I. Three hours later I read what you had in mind. I can't take it. I can't explain it. I never thought of it before. Today is my last day, my last miserable day. I wish there was something more. Your combative plans for an unguessed end, a circumstance you were sure we wouldn't forget. Am i being illogical? I know hopelessness, lonliness, say it isn't so.
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This happened in the past, I should've learned my lesson real fast. It's no surprise I lost again. You turn and look my way, maybe there's a chance some other day. I'll just have to wait until then. I'll just sit and remember the last time we met. This time I won't forget. I'm not sure if you care, most times I'm not aware. Sometimes life's just not fair. So many times before, I'm convinced I know there'll be a lot more. Maybe you'll come around again. You turn and look my way, maybe there's a chance some other day. I'll just have to wait until then.
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Mind stump. Here's my conclusion. Twelve phone calls and a postcard. This room is dim, why not turn the lights out. What more is it we're losing? I can't see you like this now. I'll just get bad impressions. See the world walking around trying to buy reasasurance. We want to know that someone hopes we're happy here. We want to read something saying tomorrow will be, something saying tomorrow will be better.
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Everybody, everybody, is watching everybody waiting around.
I'm walking to your house. I'm making this trip alone, passing the crowd.
And I say, I think it's a beautiful day.
This place is a charming place if there's such a thing anyway.
the sky, the sun, the eart, the street.
This afternoon seems too perfect.
There's nothing that I want today, nothing I want today,
but this day.
But this day.
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(Originally by R.E.M)
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane,
Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world
Serves its own needs, dont misserve your own needs. Feed
It off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength,turn, ladder
Start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire
In a fire, representing seven games, in a government
For hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in
A hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team
By team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped
Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh,
Overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save
Yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs,
Listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and
The revered and the right, right. You vitriolic,
Patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
Psyched
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
Towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
Churn. Locking in, uniforming,and book burning, blood
Letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
Fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
a Tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
Offer me alternatives and I decline
(Chorus)
It's the end of the world as we know it (it's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it (it's time I had some time alone)
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it's time I had some time alone)
I feel fine
(Repeat Chorus)
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
Drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
Symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right
(Repeat Chorus)
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (it's time I had some time alone)
(Repeat Chorus 2x)
Fine
It's the end of the world as we know it (it's time I had some time alone)
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