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Me and she were sitting on the edge
And a boat was going by and I was thinking to myself
My god I would like to take that ride
When I included her in my imaginary plans
Left but nothing short of a guilt stricken man
Trying to find a way to make amends
Then my shoe slipped off and had fallen in
Like a lot of other stuff I imagine
And if I was a pirate diver I could swim all the way down
And find her something nice at the bottom of that water
Give it to her maybe to apologize sorta
But it's just more stuff
Wait, wait for me, wait for me
When mother gets back
Nature breaks me
When we got up from that river bed
I took her by the arm and said let's get going
Cause them clouds seem to be getting together for a mean one
We'll walk on down to that diner
I've got some change and nothing would be finer
Cause I haven't had myself a coffee bean in a long, long time
She said what about your shoe?
I said that don't matter I'll just wear my spare
It don't make a matching pair but I don't care
Cause it's just more stuff
Wait, wait for me, wait for me
When mother gets back
Nature breaks me
No fair I let you ride for free
We were going down the highway in my black Marathon
When I looked out at the western horizon
And there was the biggest twister I swear I ever did see
I pulled it on over and said everybody out
Everybody out so we can get a good look at this sucker
And then somebody goes
That there is the finger of God touching down on Earth
And we're all gonna die
And my man said
I don't necessarily know about all that
But I know one thing
We're in for one hell of a ride
I love this stuff
Wait, wait for me, wait for me
When mother gets back
Nature breaks me
No fair I let you ride for free
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She's choking, she's choking
She cannot breathe, she cannot breathe
She is as you say in business...dead
In this labor town (in this labor town)
She will be buried here (she will be buried here)
And walks off this earth clean (Officer Clean)
Stumbles onto the scene (Act one, scene two)
I like your story
I like to read
Love is here now
'Cause I think you're a...a good writer
I like your stuff
Take your typewriter ribbon, tie me up
'Cause I wanna read you undressed
Won't you write me impressed?
She's choking, she's choking
She cannot breathe, she cannot breathe
Please don't leave yet
I have a regret
She tries to throw him out (she tries to throw him out)
Beats his head against the door (on the door)
He says that's alright (that's alright)
It makes me love you even more (Act two, scene four)
I like your story
I like to read
Love is here now
'Cause I think you're a...a good writer
I like your stuff
Take your typewriter ribbon, tie me up
'Cause I wanna read you undressed
Won't you write me impressed?
You suck me in with this mighty steed
You're the writer and I'm here to read
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She said oh
She said oh
She said oh where have you been for so long?
Don't leave me, not again
I want you to promise me
I should've said no
I should've said no
Ah but how was I supposed to know
What's good for me
What's good for you
Watch it crashing down
She said no, not this time
Don't even try
You know I've heard this song
Too many times before
I should've said no
I should've said no
Ah but how did I not go
When you know it's right
And I'll be back again in two fort nights
And the boys in the band
They all understand
A dollar for the bus with the broken fan again
So wake up, sit up
I think I've got something more
Something left that I want to save
She said hey, say goodbye
Cause I can't live with this one more time
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Constantly torturing
Never relenting
I want to relax
I want to say goodbye
to all my friends for the last time
See the sun explode
Not unlike my mind
Does a clever dance to make me laugh
What you feel is real
These bicycle wheels turn
And sing a song around
Constantly piercing me
Never shows pity
I want to relax
I want to rest my bones in my ears
Till it's all clear
And now here it comes
Watching over me
I have to remind myself to breathe
But the thought at last escapes me
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