1. |
Dégage
02:55
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je n’ai aucun désir
de te voir aujourd’hui
je m’en fous de toi
arrière de moi, espèce de diable
qui osait tenir mon parapluie
qui m’a regardé
comme si j’en vaux la peine
dégage, tu ne sais pas de quoi tu parles
dégage, laisse-moi mariner dans mon jus
je ne répondrai pas
à ton texto de merde
franchement j’suis sur le point
de supprimer ton numéro
pour qui te prends-tu
qui osait s’extriquer
de mes mauvaises habitudes
qui s’est mis à part
dégage, tu ne me connais pas autant que tout ça
dégage, comme c’est fatiguant d’être vu
dégage, tu ne sais pas de quoi tu parles
dégage, laisse-moi mariner dans mon jus
je n’ai aucun désir
de te voir aujourd’hui
franchement je suis sur le point
de je ne sais quoi
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2. |
A Lover
02:39
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I had a lover
of whom I worked hard to be worthy
he had two large hands
that covered my body entirely
I sang him ballads
sometimes he cried at their beauty
oh that was redemption
when he sank his big tears into me
and that was the sound that came out of me
a big four made of little threes
dreamt I gave him all my love
I woke up with scarcely none
dreamt I gave him all my love
woke up with scarcely none
and that was the sound that came out of me
a big four made of little threes
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3. |
I'm A Creature
02:10
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I’m a dabbler, but not a dilettante
I’ve gotten real good at this one thing after all
I never told you, but then you never asked
whatever I thought of you back then is in the past
La la la la la la la
A strange feeling, hand under my chin
sustained eye contact tells me that you’re going in
for a sad lick before you’re making words
about how we both have a lot of things to work through
De ta bouche à mon oreille
I’m a creature of commodity
if you’re withdrawing your claim I’ll make it very easy
it’s my nature to force your retreat
when the dust settles you’ll wonder who did the leaving
want no part of juvenile bereavement
just a frozen single serving that I can believe in
I never told you, but then you never asked
whatever I saw in you back then is in the past
La la la la la la la
I’m a dabbler, but not a dilettante (dilettante)
I’ve gotten real good at this one thing after all
I’m a dabbler, but not a dilettante (dilettante)
I’ve gotten real good at this one thing after all
I’m a dabbler, but not a dilettante (dilettante)
I’ve gotten real good at this one thing after all
I’m a dabbler, but not a dilettante (dilettante)
I’ve gotten real good at this one thing after all
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4. |
Sister Mary
03:11
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This graphic design is making me sick
but it is my punishment to sit here and stare at it
when my sister Mary went blind from the fever
I promised to help her and never to leave her
Do you want to sympathize with me, a traitor?
Do you want to come to care for me, a consummate betrayer?
This coffee machine is spitting at me
but it is my punishment to sit here and take it
when my sister Mary went to live with the Ursulines
I would not see her past the gate of the convent
Your color of lipstick is making me hungry
but it is my punishment to refuse all nourishment
My sister Mary wrote me in cramped lines,
told me she was thriving in the care of the Ursulines
Do you want to sympathize with me, a traitor?
Do you want to come to care for me, a consummate betrayer?
Do you want to sympathize with me, a traitor?
Do you want to come to care for me, a consummate betrayer?
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5. |
CEDEX
04:41
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I know it’s hard to believe
after all the shit we’ve been through
I can’t stomach the thought
of waking up one more day next to you
it’s a concession to frailty
that I’ve written you this excuse
if I don’t get on that train
then I will eat myself alive and make you watch
Do I owe you my forwarding address
Do I owe you a lock of hair from my head to remember me by
Well you tried to explain
but it was never the same after that
and I tried to get past it
but now I know you’re capable of treason
you can catch my eyes and say
that no one ever looked so good under you
if I don’t leave you today
I’ll eat myself alive and I will make you watch
Do I owe you my forwarding address
Do I owe you a lock of hair from my head to remember me by
It’s a concession to frailty
that I’ve written you this excuse
if I don’t get on that train
Do I owe you my forwarding address
Do I owe you a lock of hair from my head to remember me by
Do I owe you my forwarding address
Do I owe you a lock of hair from my head to remember me by
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6. |
In The Clear
02:43
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The part I most regret
about everything to do with you
is how I seem not to have learned anything
the lie I like to tell
about what it is I feel for you
is that it’s the same thing all the time
Hear this story told
by all the girls who ever thought
sex buys interest and affection
no one wants to hear
that they were not deceived so much
as they failed to listen carefully
You think that I still love you, baby
and I’m not sure I ever did
but that is not to say I’m in the clear
wish that I could tell you, baby
how good I’ve got it since we split
but that would mean I still need your attention
The things we will not say
are ever more important than
will you help me lift this box
one might also say
that waiting for apologies
is no better than withholding them
You think that I still love you, baby
and I’m not sure I ever did
but that is not to say I’m in the clear
wish that I could tell you, baby
how good I’ve got it since we split
but that would mean I still need your attention
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