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1996
02:33
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Just close the door and drive away, yeah
Tattoo your summer memories. yeah
Lace up your shoes and walk away, yeah
Tattoo your summer memories, yeah
Just close the door and drive away, yeah
Tattoo your summer memories. yeah
Lace up your shoes and walk away, yeah
Tattoo your summer memories, yeah
I'm here for now but I'll be gone someday
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Knife
03:57
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You say I like experience, I said i can get you high
You got a pretty face, you're someone I could like
If looks could really kill, you had me by surprise
You're still holding on to the knife
You're still holding on to the knife
You're still holding on to the knife
What does the world look like to you?
What does the ground feel like to you?
'Cause the air outside will make me shiver and I feel like I've got a fever
and the dust in my room is collecting off of everything that was everything else
You're still holding on to the knife
You're still holding on to the knife
'Cause the air outside will make me shiver and I feel like I've got a fever
and I feel like, I feel like
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Black Tar
04:31
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Dressed for a funeral-
With a bottle of Evan Williams in your purse
and what's worse than watching yourself die?
Well please tell me, what's worse?
Well please tell me, what's worse?
Well please tell me, what's worse?
Well please tell me, what's worse?
And stuck on you like black tar heroine, like you did your best friend down by the park
and what's worse than watching yourself die?
What's worse than watching yourself?
and what's worse than watching yourself die?
What's worse than watching yourself?
Well please tell me, what's worse?
Well please tell me, what's worse?
You act like a woman and I act like a man
I got a little more me if you need a hand
Well I guess I'm black tar stuck on you
I got a little more me and a little more you and I'm good today
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July
04:23
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What's clever to say anymore?
I can still hear the slamming of all those wooden doors
The look on his face
Scared to look me in the eye for fear of his disgrace and so it goes
We went swimming in your head
Skinny dipping down by the cove
He went sleeping in your bed
Tell me now were you both in love
July, July, July, July, July, July, July, July, July
July, July, July, July, July, July, July, July, July
I'm not sad anymore
I'm not angry anymore
I'm never sad anymore
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