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Generation
02:57
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Starving for love is our generation
Stumbling in the dark for a touch of warmth
I haven’t found the missing puzzle piece yet
But there’s a headless crucifixion spread eagle in my bed
The getaway car drove off without us
Another bank robbery gone wrong
We got on fake tan guido disguises
But we still got a long way to run
Where are we going now why are we crawling in the dark on this shag rug
Where are we going now now that we’re running on the last of our bad luck
My middle school darling has given birth
I found my childhood home on google earth
I see the mamas swiping at their candy crush jellies
on the train with only one stop to go
The TV anchor’s reaching fever pitch
How will the poor forgive the super rich
I’m not good I got the parking ticket blues and I’m thinking this time it’s to stay
Where are we going now why are we crawling in the dark on this shag rug
Where are we going now now that we’re running on the last of our bad luck
Where are we going now
I’d tell you if I had a clue
Why are we crawling on this shag rug
I’m thinking it’s the wrong thing to do
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Condor
03:19
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With you I’ve got 3 feet of air
between my feet and the ground
I’m in a quiet levitation, I’ve got some good views, but I’m certainly not safe and sound
and with you I’ve got a stupid smile
can’t wipe it from my face if I tried
I got a broad horizon and the world in view, and we’re soaring through the desert sky
I wanna fall
I wanna tumble
I wanna crawl my way like an earthworm
Give me a laugh
Give me a handful
Want us to soar like condors of carrion
We’d be dirty like that
With you I’ve got 3 feet of air between my feet and the ground
With you I’ve got 3 feet of air between my feet and the ground
I’ve seen my share of sitting ducks, waiting on their wet logs all day
I’ve seen the curbside Christmas trees in mid january, I’d rather not be lookin that way
I wanna move
I wanna stumble
Want you to smooth the wrinkles from my forehead
Give me a laugh
Give me a handful
Want us to soar like condors of carrion
We’d be dirty like that
With you I’ve got 3 feet of air between my feet and the ground
With you I’ve got 3 feet of air between my feet and the ground
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3. |
Can't Keep It Up
03:36
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With a sweat soaked neck I wake up in a daze feeling fingers scratching my chest
They aren't mine, they're my baby's and she's looking for more than I can give, but I'm doing my best
It's too early I'm thinking but I keep it to myself, I got bile in my throat, I really need my rest!
But it's on before I know it, it's over just as soon
I swear I did my best I swear I did my best
and my baby talks dirty on the morning commute
only sends me photos when she's in the nude
and I can't keep up
I can't keep it up anymore
Now I'm alone in my office cubicle, feeling relieved but it's unacceptable
Smellin of pussy so early in the day...you got your caffeine I got my morning lay
The more I think of her, the more I love my darling, I wear her cologne, she sprays it every morning
But I'm just one man, and I've just one heart to give
and my baby talks dirty on the morning commute
only sends me photos when she's in the nude
and I can't keep up
I can't keep it up anymore
The more I think of her, the more I love my darling, I wear her cologne, she sprays it every morning
But I'm just one man, and I've just one heart to give
my baby talks dirty on the morning commute
only sends me photos when she's in the nude
and I can't keep up
I can't keep it up anymore
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