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this is a song about susan
this is a song about the girl next door
this is a song about the everyday occurrences
that make me feel like letting go
yes i think we got a problem
so much for the afterglow
this is a song about susan
this is a song about the way things are
this is a song about the scary things
you see from the corner of your eyes
don't you wonder why?
we never talk about the future
we never talk about the past anymore
we never ask ourselves the questions
to the answers that nobody
even wants to know
i guess the honeymoon is over
so much for the afterglow
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember when we used to want to hangout
i remember we could talk about anything
i remember i remember i remember
we never talk about the future
we never talk about the past anymore
we never ask ourselves the questions
to the answers that nobody needs to know
oh well oh well oh well
so much for the afterglow
oh well oh well oh well
so much for the afterglow
oh well oh well oh well oh well
yes i guess we need the drama
(so much for the afterglow)
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you put yourself in stupid places
yes i think you know it's true
situations where it's easy to look down on you
i think you like to be the victim
i think you like to be in pain
i think you make yourself a victim
almost every single day
you do what you do
you say what you say
you try to be everything to everyone
you know all the right people
you play all the right games
you always try to be
everything to everyone
yeah you do it again
you always do it again
you say they taught you how to read and write
they taught you how to count
i say they taught you how to buy and sell
your own body by the pound
i think you like to be their simple toy
i think you love to play the clown
i think you blind to the fact
that the hand you hold
is the hand that holds you down
chorus
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall
yeah why don't you ever learn
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall
i wonder if you will ever learn
why don't you ever learn
come on now
do that stupid dance for me
you do what they tell you to do
you say what they say
you try to be
everything to everyone
you jump through the big hoop
you play all the right games
you try to be
everything to everyone
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall
yeah you do it again
spin around and fall down
do it again
you stumble and you fall...
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"Today, medical science recognizes
That some folks aren't helped by relaxing exercizes.
In cases of difficult tension,
And nervous apprehension,
Doctors are now prescribing medicine.
It makes those who fear they're about to quit
Feel like they're ready to begin.
Bidding their darkened spirits goodbye
For the calming peace of a cloudless sky."
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they said you called me maybe yesterday
i don't even have the strength
to pick up the phone
you wouldn't even know me
since you went away
the prozac doesn't do it for me anymore
you ought to
take your medication everyday
be a good dog
live life in a wonderful way
tell me why
you want to be blind
i don't want to be
normal like you
i know now
everyday
i get closer
to the place inside where i can be normal too
i heard those stupid people
talk about you again
i just have to laugh to keep from hurting bad
their simple minds just cannot seem to understand
you are neurotic and depressed
it doesn't mean that you're sad
you walk around oblivious to everything
you wear that party dress and black mascara
like you're queen for the day
chorus
i will never be normal like you
you walk around oblivious to everyone
i see you walking slow and simple
underneath the big black sun
tell me why you want to be blind
i don't want to be
normal like you
i know now
everyday
i get closer
to the place inside
where i can be complacent
i get closer
to the place inside
where i can be sedated
i get closer
to the place inside
where i can be normal too
where i can be normal like you
maybe normal like you
i can be normal like you
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here is the money that i owe you
so you can pay the bills
i will give you more
when i get paid again
i hate those people who love to tell you
money is the root of all that kills
they have never been poor
they have never had the joy
of a welfare christmas
i know we will never look back
you say you wake up crying
yes and you don't know why
you get up and you go lay down
inside my baby's room
i guess i'm doing ok
i moved in with the strangest guy
can you believe
he actually thinks
that i am really alive
i will buy you a garden
where your flowers can bloom
i will buy you a new car
perfect shiny and new
i will buy you that big house
way up in the west hills
i will buy you a new life
yes i will
i know all about that other guy
the handsome man with athletic thighs
i know about the times before
with that obsessive little rich boy
they might make you think you're happy
yeah maybe for a minute or two
they can't make you laugh
no they can't make you feel
the way that i do
chorus
i know we can never look back
will you please let me stay the night
no one will ever know
chorus
i will buy you a new life
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father of mine
tell me where have you been
you know i just closed my eyes
my whole world disappeared
father of mine
take me back to the day
when i was still your golden boy
back before you went away
i remember blue skies
walking the block
i loved it when you held me high
i loved to hear you talk
you would take me to the movie
you would take me to the beach
you would take me to a place inside
that is so hard to reach
father of mine
tell me where did you go
you had the world inside your hand
but you did not seem to know
father of mine
tell me what do you see
when you look back at your wasted life
and you don't see me
i was ten years ole
doing all that i could
it wasn't easy for me
to be a scared white boy
in a black neighborhood
sometimes you would send me a birthday card
with a five dollar bill
i never understood you then
and i guess i never will
daddy gave me a name
my dad he gave me a name
then he walked away
daddy gave me a name
then he walked away
my dad he gave me a name
father of mine
tell me where have you been
i just closed my eyes
and the world disappeared
father of mine
tell me how do you sleep
with the children you abandoned
and the wife i saw you beat
i will never be safe
i will never be sane
i will always be weird inside
i will always be lame
now i'm a grown man
with a child of my own
and i swear that i'm not going to let her know
all the pain i have known
then he walked away
daddy gave me a name
then he walked away
my dad he gave me a name
then he walked away
daddy gave me a name
then he walked away
my dad he gave me a name
then he walked away
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loopy says he likes it up on top
yes he knows if he ever lets go
the pretty machine
will swallow him whole
he has no fear
he has no sense of shame
he will not stop
until everybody everywhere
wants to know his name
the one hit wonder
he likes the big time
he says he wants to live the kind of life
that will make the folks back home
all bitch and whine
he knows if he ever gets the chance
he'd sell his soul
to make the monster dance
they can't hurt you unless you let them
loopy says he sure
does like the good life
yes he knows all those women who scheme
are just pretty pictures in the pretty machine
he knows if he ever even gets to try
he will bite down hard to make the monster cry
he knows if he ever even gets the chance
he'd sell his soul to make the monster dance
they can't hurt you unless you let them
i will say it again
they cannot hurt you unless you let them
loopy says he likes it up on to
he prays to god
and he hopes like hell
that the pretty machine
the will never fail
he has no fear
he doesn't really even have the time
he knows that the world is in love
with the pretty machine
(oh yeah...the pretty machine)
the one hit wonder
he likes the big time
he wants to live the kind of life
that will make the folks back home
scream bitch and whine
he knows if he ever even gets to try
he will bite down hard to make the monster cry
he knows if he ever even gets the chance
he will sell his soul to make the monster dance
he knows if he ever even gets to play
he will stomp like god to make the monster say
they can't hurt you unless you let them
they cannot hurt you unless you let them
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she came out west
to find the sun
she lost her name
but found a new one
amy goes to school all day
but at night in the neighborhood
they call her
amphetamine
she is perfect in that fucked up way
that all the magazines
seem to want to glorify these days
she looks like a teenage anthem
she looks like she used to be happy with
the girl inside
she looks so bored sometimes
she has that super pale skin
and those soft green eyes
she looks like she
could have been happy
in a better life
she came out west
just to break away clean
from her family and her friends
and a little girl's dream
all she wants to do every night
is to sit beside my window
and listen to the sirens
she is perfect in that fucked up way
that all the magazines
seem to want to glorify these days
she looks like a teenage anthem
and she looks like she should have been happy
in another life
in another life
she came out west
just to break the spell
after three years
in a marriage from hell
six months clean
living sober and right
the doctors tell her
everything will be alright
yeah you just take your pill
and everything will be alright
she looks like a teenage anthem
she looks like a magazine girl
she looks like a teenage anthem
like she used to be happy
in another world
she looks like a teenage anthem
she is happy with the girl inside
she looks like a teenage anthem
and looks like she could have been
happy in another life
in another life
happy in another life
met her at a party
and i took her home
she is the saddest girl
that i have ever known
she wakes me up
in the middle of the night
just to tell me
everything will be alright
amy smiles at me and tells me
everything will be alright
i tell myself the same damn thing
everyday
everything will be alright
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i am just a boy
working in a record store
yes i moved to san francisco
just to see what i could be
i am a loser geek
crazy with an evil streak
yes
i do believe
there is a
violent thing
inside of me
she is just a girl
she is doing what she can
she dances topless
when she's not playing in her band
such a pretty girl
happy in an ugly place
watching all the pretty people
doing lots of ugly things
i think it's getting better for the two of us
yes i think it's getting better
almost everyday
i could give a damn for what those people say
all i want to do
is lose myself in your room
all you want is just
a slowfuck in the afternoon
i still see those scary guys
when i am all alone at night
i kiss the ring you gave me
then i swing with all my might
i think it's getting better for the two of us
i think it's getting easier for you and me to agree
that the white men in black suits
they are diminishing
yes i think they are diminishing
yes i think that they diminish you
and they diminish me
i think they are diminishing
you know sometimes i hear those people say...
yeah she takes the bus
over to the north side of the city
she goes to work
stripping for the rich white men
all the words they give her
make her feel so soft and pretty
she wears them
but they never ever seem to fit
yes i think it's getting better for the two of us
yes i think it's getting better in the worst way
i refuse to be afraid of almost anyone
afraid of all the things they do
or the words that they say
let's live the way we want to live
and hope they go away
i really hope they go away
i really hope they find a nice place
i hope they find it somewhere
i hope they go away
i can still hear all those people say
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i know where you go
when you want to fall
why do you want to be broken?
i know where you go
when you want to fall
yes your friends they tell me everything
yes i know where you go
yes i know what you do
yes i know the awful things you say
and who you say them to
yes i know where you go
yes i know what you do
i know how you feel
you get crazy inside
they say it runs in the family
i know just how you feel
you get crazy inside
your mom she said that
you are just like me
i can see it in your eyes
i can see it in you shaky hands
i think you think i'm stupid
you don't think i understand
i see you and i see myself
when i was a younger man
when you were a child
you were happy and free
you were my reason to live
i would die when you smiled at me
i can still see you
i remember you painting
sunflowers in your room
i know where you go
when you want to fall
hey don't you want to be happy?
i know where you go
when you want to fall
your useless friends
they tell me everything
everything
i see you run around in circles
i see you digging your own hole
i see you fight the fights
you just can't win
i see you losing self control
what it does to me
deep down inside
i hope you will never know
when you were a child
you were happy and free
you were my reason to live
i would die when you smiled at me
i can still see you
painting flowers on the wall
i remember you happy
i remember it all
chorus
sunflowers in your room
all i want to remember
pretty pictures on the wall
i remember you happy
i remember it all
all i want to remember
sunflowers in your room
sunflowers in your room
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i heard the truth about you
and it really doesn't read at all
like the whipping stick you raised me with
a scared woman in a private hell
hushed voice like electric bells
strange talk about edgar casey
and the long lame walk of the dark 70's
i heard the truth about you
yeah you
mama they woke me up
i was in an idiot sleep
i was just eight years old
heard big words with a horrible sound
why'd they have to call my school
tell me my mother had a nervous breakdown
i wish i believed like you do
yeah you
in the myth of a merciful god
in the myth of a heaven and hell
i hear the voices
you hear sometimes
sometimes it gets so much
i feel like letting go
sometimes it gets so hard
i feel like letting it go
sometimes it gets so goddamn hard
i feel like letting all go
letting it all go
i ran away and went looking for you
back to culver city and the old neighborhood
need to know if you were really gone
need to know if you were gone for good
i ran through the projects at night
hide in the dark from my friends in the light
hide from my brother-in-law
hide from the things he'd say
said you weren't losing your mind
he said you just needed a rest
he said you would be coming home soon
said the doctors there
would know what's best
said that maybe
i could go live with them for awhile
i know the truth about you
i know the truth
mama they woke me up
i was just eight years old
sometimes it gets so hard
i feel like letting it go
sometimes it gets so hard
i feel like letting it all go
letting it all go
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i see you have made yourself
a brand new life
such a cool blue star
with a bright new shine
i see you wear your checkered past
just like a shining suit of gold
i know you think you look so special
i am told you have found yourself
a brand new time
watch the world stand still
as the years go by
i know you think you are new and different
but it makes no sense to me
there is nothing new about you
just another self-made man
there is nothing new that i can see
enjoy it while you can
i know you think you look so special
what makes you think you are so special?
what makes you think you are unique?
i see you smile and i get angry
as i watch you go colossal
like a california king
i hear you gave the world a brand new voice
such a happy melody with a new wave whine
yeah i see you hide behind your own noise
i think i've seen enough
i will hind you in the crowded room
i will knock you off your feet
i will burn you just like teenage love
i will eat you just like meat
i will break you into pieces
hold you up for all the world to see
what makes you think
you are better than me?
what makes you think you are better?
what makes you think you are complete?
what makes you think
you are the only one
immune to falling down?
why can't you see?
i see you fall and i get happy
i will watch you burn like fire
i will watch you burn
like a california king
i will watch you burn
like a california king
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thanks for the christmas card
i don't want to hear about your new job now
i don't want to hear about your new boyfriend
i don't want to hear about it all working out for you
no, i don't want to hear it now
i don't want to hear about your swinging new place
i don't want to hear how everyone thinks it's great
i just want to sit in our apartment and hate you
yes, i will be hating you for christmas
you can have the christmas tree
remember when we bought it at the store down the street?
remember when i found that cheesy color wheel?
i don't want to think about the lights on your white skin
no, i don't want to think about it
i don't want to think about last year at your dad's
you said it was the best sex that we both ever had
i don't want to think about my face in your soft hair
i will be hating you for christmas...
i must be losing my mind
there's gotta be a better way to deal with the pain
there's gotta be a better way to deal with the hate
wish that i could find some way to make you go away
wish that i could have a drink and make you fade
i wish that i could have myself a drink and make you fade
i wish that i could have a drink and make you go away
yeah make you go away
wish that i could make you go away
i will be hatng you for christmas
yeah i will be hating you for christmas...
thanks for the christmas card
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