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Up And Running
03:02
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Always want you to the voice on the other end
Always want you to be the form in the dark
Never take you for granted, never let you miserable
Never lose out on all the goodness you are
And when I get that low, hopeless feeling creeping up my spine
I don’t take let it take control of me
I go and see my love!
(You got me up and running)
Show me patience and show me how you believe in me
Show me when I’m much too hard on myself
Let me know if you ever need anything, I’ll do my best
Let me know when you need a moment alone
And when I get that low, restless feeling, please just give me time
I won’t let it keep ahold of me
I’ll go and tell my love!
(You got me up and running)
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2. |
Retro Diner
04:07
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(That’s a lot of Jesus action figures!)
That’s a lot of Jesus action figures, that’s a lot of Christ for a front window
(That’s a lot of disco, disco glitter!)
That’s a lot of disco, disco glitter, that’s a lot of look when you got that glow
But I love it, yeah you know I love it babe!
But I love it, yeah you know I love, I love that kitsch!
(kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy)
I love that kitsch!
(kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy)
(How you gonna outdo updo Amy?)
How you gonna outdo updo Amy? How you gonna behave with the beehive do?
(Where’d you get the cuckoo clock, thrift shop, baby?)
Where’d you get the cuckoo clock, thrift shop, baby? Why you put the bottle in the high-heel shoes?
But we love it, yeah you know we love it babe!
But we love it, yeah you know we love, we love that kitsch
(kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy)
We love that kitsch!
(kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy)
Meet me down at the retro diner! Sit me next to the Elvis shrine
Charge me extra for my nostalgia
I’m the happiest Sunday driver, fill me up, send me back in time
Oh I love it the Americana!
(Oh you got your puppy in a boutique hoodie!)
Oh you got your puppy in a boutique hoodie! How’d he get so lucky, get a human like you?
(Oh you got your wagon and your wagon is a woody!)
Oh you got your wagon and that wagon is a woody! Hop on in and drive it to the antique show
But I love it, yeah you know I love it babe!
But I love it, yeah you know I love, I love that kitsch!
(kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy)
I love that kitsch!
(kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy, kitschy)
Meet me down at the retro diner! Sit me next to the Elvis shrine
Charge me extra for my nostalgia
I’m the happiest Sunday driver, fill me up, send me back in time
Oh I love it the Americana!
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3. |
Keep It Cool
03:11
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Baby you don’t fake it do you, everything you see is genuine
Even when you're naked, oh you set the curve and hold it in your spine
Baby, you’re an animal, nothing but flesh and blood
You keep it so casual even when you break my heart
I know it won’t last long - keepin it cool from dusk till dawn
You don’t really sleep much do you - something in the night that makes you wild
Let’s not pretend there’s nothing to do - you’ve always been your mother’s anxious child
I wanna be acceptable, I wanna be loved and praised
Don’t deny it’s natural - everyone I know is a star
But I can’t sulk too long - keepin it cool and movin on
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4. |
Having A Chat
03:08
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Caught in between two conversations
Pulling me this way, pushing me that way
Giving some thought to my occupation
How do I spend my day? Counting the words I say
But oh my god, all these other people, they could end me with a smile
Oh my god, all these other people love to talk, talk, talk
Having a chat!
She's killing herself in the self help section
Skimming the paragraphs, having a nervous laugh
She never made not a single mention of all that she wished she'd said, of all the things that she should have read
But oh my Jesus, all these other people, they could end me with a smile
Oh my Jesus, all these other people they can talk, talk, talk
Having a chat!
Pulling me this way and pushing me that way
Pulling me this way and pushing me that way
Oh my god oh my Jesus they could talk, talk, talk
But oh my god, all these other people, they could end me with a smile
Oh my god, all these other people love to talk, talk, talk
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5. |
Feeling Better
03:44
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All the alcohol, all the cigarettes and boredom, couldn't help you with your attitude
Don't act so appalled, I don't want to hear it's not my problem
Nobody likes you when you're in that mood
Don't let me down, turn it around, nobody wants to see another breakdown
Don't let me down, turn it around, around, around around
When you want to be alone, your heart is bitter, lock yourself away all day
You can find a lonely place to stay
But call me on the telephone when you're feeling better,
You may be a misanthrope, but you're our misanthrope
Digital photograph, remember when we laughed an played piano?
Left and right we were in stereo
Put a note up on the staff, you were unimpressed by my soprano
Nobody likes it when you sing that way
Count back from ten, try it again, nobody needs to see you making mayhem
Count back from ten, try it again, again, again, again
When you want to be alone, your heart is bitter, lock yourself away all day
You can find a lonely place to stay
But call me on the telephone when you're feeling better,
You may be a misanthrope, but you're our misanthrope
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6. |
Red Light
03:26
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Hey you wanna race me to the red light?
I will get there first, I’m the man with the plan, baby,
Hey you wanna tell me ‘bout your off-night?
I’m a supersonic object, I am faith without a prophet, baby
Just a little more time, and we’ll take some time off
Just a little more time, and a little more love
Take it in before we take the limelight
We found a desperate situation in a lonely town, baby
Shake it, shake it, I could watch you all night
You got the rhythm of the saints, you were born at just the right time
Just one more load, and we’ll take a load off
Just one more load, and a little more love
Cuz everything else is nothing
And everyone else is boring
And everyone else is nothing
And everything else is nothing
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