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(Harry Nilsson)
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Because one is the loneliest number
That'll you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know
It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time
Just making rhymes
Of Yesterday
Because one is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
One is the loneliest number
Much much worse than two
One is a number divided by two
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(Aimee Mann)
Verse 1:
Oh, for the sake of momentum
I've allowed my fears to get larger than life
And it's brought me to my current agendum
Whereupon I deny fulfillment has yet to arrive
Chorus:
And I know life is getting shorter
I can't bring myself to set the scene
Even when it's approaching torture
I've got my routine
Verse 2:
Oh, for the sake of momentum
Even though I agree with that stuff about seizing the day
But I hate to think of effort expended
All those minutes and days and hours
I have frittered away.
Chorus
And I know life is getting shorter
I can't bring myself to set the scene
Even when it's approaching torture
I've got my routine
Bridge 1:
But I can't confront the doubts I have
I can't admit that maybe the past was bad
And so, for the sake of momentum
I'm condemning the future to death
So it can match the past.
Bridge 2:
when I can't confront the doubts I have
I can't admit that maybe the past was bad
And so, for the sake of momentum
I'm condemning the future to death
So it can match the past.
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(Aimee Mann)
Verse 1:
She's been a long time on the phone
Courting disaster in an undertone
She's feeling nostalgic
and feeling that fall
How could anyone ever fight it
Who could ever expect to fight it when she
Builds that Wall
Verse 2:
Maybe it's one where time will tell
Maybe it's one where it's just fare-thee-well
I hear her coming
As she walks down the hall
How could anyone ever fight it
Who could ever expect to fight it when she
Builds that Wall
Bridge:
I know the choice is made
I can tell, I said
By your guilty face
And I never was one to fight it
How does anyone ever fight it
Verse 3:
You couldn't pin this one on me
You knew my thoughts so far as I could see
Well, I'd say it's hopeless
But you make the call
'Cause I never was one to fight it
And if given the chance I guess I'll learn to
Build that wall
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh Build that Wall
Ahhhhhh Build that Wall
Ahhhhhh Build that Wall
Ahhhhhh Build that Wall
Ahhhhhh Oooooooooo Build that Wall
Ahhhhhh Build That Wall
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Now that I've met you
would you object to
never seeing each other again
cause I can't afford to
climb aboard you
no one's got that much ego to spend
So don't work your stuff
because I've got troubles enough
no, don't pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
definitely
Cause I'm just a problem
for you to solve and
watch dissolve in the heat of your charm
but what will you do when
you run it through and
you can't get me back on the farm
So don't work your stuff
because I've got troubles enough
no, don't pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
definitely
You're on your honor
cause I'm a goner
and you haven't even begun
so do me a favor
if I should waver
be my savior
and get out the gun
Just don't work your stuff
because I've got troubles enough
no, don't pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
definitely
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At least you know
you were taken by a pro
I know just how you feel
She talked a perfect game
deflecting all the blame
you took the jack
and changed the flat
and got behind the wheel--
now you're
Driving sideways
taken in by the scenery
as you're propelled along
And your companion
will not help you to navigate
for fear she may be wrong
And you will say
that you're making headway
and put it in overdrive
but you're mistaking speed
for getting what you need
and never even noticing
you never do arrive
cause you're
Driving sideways
if you roll down the window you'll see
you're where you don't belong
And your companion
will not help you to navigate
for fear she may be wrong
And you're powered by
the hopeful lie
that it's just around the bend
and when this, by default
comes screeching to a halt
let's hope that you
know what to do
to start it up again
Driving sideways
hitting scan on the radio
so she can sing along
and she'll sit
thinking you're going to handle it
until she's proven wrong
until she's proven wrong
until you prove her wrong
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You stay the night at his house
with no ride to work
and I'm the one who tells you
he's another jerk
but you're the one who can succeed
you've only got to prove your need--
and you do
you really do
The sex you're trading up for
what you hope is love
is just another thing that
he'll be careless of
but though there are caveats galore
you've only got to love him more--
and you do
you really do
even when it's all too clear
You write a little note that
you leave on the bed
and spend some time dissecting
every word he said
and if he seemed a little strange
well, baby--anyone can change
and you do
you do
you really do
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Once upon a time is how it always goes
but I'll make it brief
what was started out with such excitement
now I'd gladly end end with relief
in what now has become a familiar motif:
That nothing is good enough
for people like you
who have to have someone take the fall
and something to sabotage--
determined to lose it all
Critics at their worst could never criticize
the way that you do
no, there's no one else, I find,
to undermine or dash a hope
quite like you
and you do it so casually, too
Cause nothing is good enough
for people like you
who have to have someone take the fall
and something to sabotage--
determined to lose it all
Ladies and gentlemen--
here's exhibit A
didn't I try again?
And did the effort pay?
Wouldn't a smarter man
simply walk away?
It doesn't really help that you can never say
what you're looking for
but you'll know it when you hear it,
know it when you see it walk through the door
So you say--
so you've said many times before
But nothing is good enough
for people like you
who have to have someone take the fall
and something to sabotage--
determined to lose it all
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It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
You're sure
There's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you 'til you're underground
And living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
So just...give up
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(Aimee Mann)
Verse 1:
You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet
Chorus 1:
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Verse 2:
'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell of the hunger strike
Chorus 2:
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Bridge:
You struck me dumb like radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman
Chorus 3:
You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Chorus 4:
C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone
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