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Panther in the Hay
02:42
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Red lips, unkissed
Don’t cover it up
Catch the wine spilling out of your cup
Feel like falling?
I am up and on my way
Don’t wanna put words into your mouth
But when things start going south
May I remind you who’s behind you every day?
Oh, panther in the hay
What does it matter what I say?
You always get your way
Jet black kitty cat
At the foot of your bed
Take your time, let it go to your head
Feel like turning?
I am learning every day
Take no drugs
Cut no rugs
Pull no window shades and
Leave on the Uggs
May I remind you who’s behind you in a daze?
Oh, panther in the hay
What does it matter what I say?
You always get your way
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Doing It
02:49
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You must be joking or a liar
Since your pants are not on fire
I guess we’re doing fine
Although it feels like doing time
The taste of copper on my tongue
No reaching for a gun
Oh dear, oh where oh where’s the justice in it?
We cannot be undone
I’m walking, I’m talking
To myself and no one else
I want to make some sense of it
If only for bit
I read that book for you
Look what I suffer through
Don’t tell me what to do
Because I’m doing it
You call me, you want me
You just can’t live without me
A tremble in your voice
As if I’d have to make a choice
I comply, I come by
You won’t look me in the eye
Is it my brain? Your phone? The Arbor Mist?
There’s something on the fritz
The door was open
So was the wine
So baby, tell me what I’m missing
I’ll listen
I read that book for you
Look what I suffer through
Don’t tell me what to do
Because I’m doing it
And when the day had closed
She turned and whispered
“You need to play more shows
And love - love - they’re gonna pay through the nose
But I won’t be there.”
I read that book for you
Look what I suffer through
Don’t tell me what to do
Because I’m doing it
Ha ha, you love me
You love me
You love me
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The sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to you
I’ll fold my arms and listen
Then tell you if it’s true
The glowing lights are sobering
Some things I shouldn’t know
(It’s me! I’m calling!)
Someone’s calling you
You’d wake from dreams of falling
And loved each golden morning
I miss that store that we’d go walking to
Look! She’s wearing those shoes
I may not fall in love
You may not fall in love
But this could be the closest thing
And maybe that’s enough
The winters can be beautiful
Maybe you should stay?
You have ambition
You have missions
I have moments too
We both know it’s true
Your insincerity is fucking up my flow
I have ambition
You have moments
Look! She’s wearing those shoes
She’s wearing those shoes
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4. |
Pretend
01:54
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Somewhere on the streets of Leningrad
Next to the second best thing you’ve ever had
Your cold finger traces a subway map
And the push starts to come to shove
When the wind in your hair is full of dust
And the moon’s anywhere but up above
May the very last thing you said to me
Be the next thing you’re thinking of
And you pretend that you’re in love
You pretend that you’re in love
You pretend that you’re in love
But we both know you ain’t
Lying on a stretch of sandy beach
With your wet cigarettes just out of reach
The piña coladas go down like bleach
And you shrink like a leather glove
When the lavender sun slips out of view
And the ghost in your bed says “What’s to do?”
May the very last thing you said to me
Be the next thing you’re thinking of
And you pretend that you’re in love
You pretend that you’re in love
You pretend that you’re in love
But we both know you ain’t
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5. |
Jen Stuart
01:50
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She don’t live in Satellite Beach
She don’t wanna learn, I don’t wanna teach
She don’t wear her heart on her sleeve anymore
Wait... did she before?
She skips a verse
She’s getting terse
It’s getting worse
She don’t know what I don’t know
And she don’t know the words
She don’t live in Satellite Beach
Like she did 20 years ago
Keep the cold ones colder
And we won’t get older
We'll come crashing through it
I knew it!
You’d be mine in the end, Jen Stuart
She don’t live in Satellite Beach
I don’t wanna learn, she don’t wanna teach
I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve anymore
Wait... I never did before
She crossed a line
And by design
I feel unfine
She don’t know what I don’t know
And she don’t have the time
She don’t live in Satellite Beach
Like she did 20 years ago
Keep the cold ones colder
And we won’t get older
We'll come crashing through it
I knew it!
You’d be mine in the end, Jen Stuart
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