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Sometimes
02:10
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Sometimes I wake up beneath my mattress
Sometimes I sympathize with your acts of sadness
Sometimes I wanna grab your face and smash it
Sometimes I wanna kick you like a habit
*throat clearing*
Your heirloom perfume clings around your neck line
Use my muddy fingers to rearrange the punch line
Three bears and you walk into a bar
I ate all your porridge and left your broken heart
Sometimes I wanna feel the weight of your baggage
Sometimes behind the wheel I just wanna crash it
Sometimes I wake up without a mattress
Sometimes I'd kill you because I know that you have it
Sometimes I wake up with my hands in bad spaces
Sometimes I wake up to warm embraces
Sometimes I'd kill you to give me my space
Sometimes you fool me with love on your face
(ALTERNATE LYRICS)
Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed
Sometimes I'm sad too
Sometimes we don't always get along
Sometimes I want to quit smoking
Your heirloom perfume clings around your neck line
Use my muddy fingers to rearrange the punch line
Three bears and you walk into a bar
I ate all your porridge and left your broken heart
Sometimes I wanna help you with your problems
Sometimes I want to buckle up and go for a safe, fun drive
Sometimes I don't sleep in my bed
Sometimes I wonder if you're in possession of my bed
Sometimes I wake up handcuffed
Sometimes i wake up to hugzzz
Sometimes I want to go for a walk
Sometimes you don't always look happy
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Fall in love, fall out again
With the vigor of another man
Your boyfriend in the corner with a shit-eating grin
This party is full of them
From your lips to the curve of your British hips
A soft voice through Van Gogh
On the tips of your tiny toes
Sleepin in Bed-Stuy 5 hours past midnight
Your head in my soft lap
Callin you a thousand times
All Big Apples turn to wine
I'm the worm inside your mind
Drinking drinkin going blind
Fall in Bed, Fuck me again
You'd have me or three other men
Why am I proud of this
When no one seems to give a shit
A soft voice in my ears
Or fifteen empty beers
No one seems to one
When I'm going home
Callin you a thousan times
All Big Apples turn to wine
I'm the worm inside your mind
Drinkin', drinkin' going blind
Callin you one more time
All Big Apples turn to wine
I'm the worm inside your mind
Drinkin' goin blind.
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Interlude 1
00:15
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Cousin Aaron
03:16
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I'm Elf Merry gismas
Bill Skeen sent me to stittches
When he have me a bag of shrooms last night
My cousin's sexual exploits sent me to a terrible fright
Whips and chains, nipples on ice
Sounds a bit more like a fist fight
(Cuffs on Tight)
Than making love on Friday night
Hey there Aaron who did you tie up and whip last night
I'll be your friend, just turn off the lights
Hey there Aaron would you teach me to tie up and whip out cool babes
Last night I met a woman outside the concert hall at 3
She told me Honey, cry about your lovers to me
How do you please her?
Whips and chains?
Here's some advice, if you want fewer fist fights then tell her
To call your cousin every night
Hey there Aaron who did you tie up and whip last night
I'll be your friend, just turn off the lights
Hey there Aaron would you teach me to tie up and whip out cool babes
Inside Aaron's chambers, in search of all his sexual toys
Tell me how all this plastic brings you such ecstatic joy
Where do you put this, how does it fit?
I wanna know right now - I'm sick
Whips and chains, here's some advice
Hey Aaron, please just turn off the lights.
Hey there Aaron who did you tie up and whip last night?
I'll be your friend, just turn off the lights
Hey there Aaron would you teach me to tie up and whip out cool babes
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I Found my Friends
01:34
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Your polyester skin stretches over me again
My canvas fingers are searching for a new friend
One who's down to pretend we're not too poor to be down town
Matching polyester sweatshirts matching polyester jeans
I've poured my heart to you now tell me what it means
I found my friends sitting next to me in the basement
My cloth covered skin opens up to you again
Women on the night, Girls of tinder without any lights
I'm a southern baseball player
A privates investigator
I found my friends sitting next to me in the basement
I'm a southern baseball player
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Jesus and Morpheus
02:39
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With the words you spoke
Like a burning Oak tree
Nicked my ears singed my hair
With saliva like kerosene
But the flames were green
With a tasteless joke
I told you exactly what i mean
Mirrors and smoke cleared the air of six years of nicotene
My lungs bleedin'
Well the words didn't come to me written in stone
Like and Jesus and Moses supposedly moaned
I've got rocks in my pockets but no money to spend
Guess to you I'm in debt
Well the girls didn't come to me dressed up in Vogue
But panties and sweatshirts no shoes on their toes
I've got a glock in my pocket but no blood to shed
Guess to you I'm "half dead"
You were dreaming of what comes between you and me
I was dreaming of any other place I'd rather be
Well the girls didn't come to me til I was grown
Bearded and working, never at home
Sorry to my daughters for never loving their mothers
I guess to me they're alone
You were, you you you you were stuttering in between
Words and screams bout' the six foot hole ya dug for me
You were dreaming of what comes between you and me
I was dreaming of any other place I'd rather be
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