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The New Math (What He Said) |
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Hate it when the truth unravels
hate it when we don't get a spin
hate it when the enemy travels
'cause it's awfully un-american.
Ain't no use in asking why
to tell the truth we're OSI.
We're helping you to hire us
to help ourselves. We're serious.
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Hey! You in the car!
Hey we're gonna need that
you know who we are
we're gonna take the house
we're going up the hill
and when we get there
you know that we will,
so when you all are ready.
Hey! You in the tank!
Hey we're gonna need that
you know who to thank
we're gonna take the house
we're going up the hill
and we're gonna need that
you know that we will,
so when you all are ready.
Before you close the door
behind you check your fine tune.
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I think you've got it alright in your Head
yeah I think you got it alright in your Head.
There's something pretty
fucked up with your conscience
but I'd say you got it alright in your Head.
I ain't gonna shut down all my windows
I ain't gonna shut down like before.
Got another flag here says my mailman
maybe someone stole yours from your door?
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Well at least this time you were right
and you had the good sense to give up yeah
when others there might of hung in
so just nobody touch me
I know what I'm doing.
Can I destroy that for you ma'am?
Can I destroy that for you, mister?
It looks good on you
it looks good on you
but these things look better broken.
Hello, Helicopter!
Well I hope this time
we were right 'cause it looks
a little worse every day
there's another one flying tonight
and I hope it don't make it
I know what we're doing.
Can I destroy that for you ma'am?
Can I destroy that for you, mister?
It looks good on you it
looks good on you
but these things look better broken.
Hello Helicopter!
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Shutdown your body
shutdown your skin.
Shutdown your kisses
shutdown within.
Shutdown your feelings
shutdown your tongue.
Shutdown your dreaming mind
shutdown your love.
Shutdown your anger
shutdown your precious time.
Shutdown you loser
shutdown your little mind.
Shutdown your letters
shutdown your voice.
Shutdown your phone calls
shutout the noise.
Shutdown the freezone
shutdown your breath.
Shutdown your hormones wild
shutdown your sex.
Shutdown your anger
shutdown your precious time.
Shutdown you loser
shutdown your little mind.
I gave a promise but it's just not enough for you.
I lied and cheated and betrayed all my trust for you.
I ripped my heart out threw it down on the bed for you.
I crawled away and hid in shadows and dust for your love.
Woke up and I wanted to make you my harbour
(cold light bleeding through the closed blinds deep the quicksand cage the soft hands).
Made up but the moment dies
(her breath threading the still night kiss the cold lips make the time slip).
Cut me down and throw me out.
Shut me down and fade me out.
Spaced out and I touch you to make myself calmer
(cold light bleeding through the closed blinds deep the quicksand cage the soft hands).
You smile but the moment dies
(her breath threading the still night kiss the cold lips make the time slip).
Cut me down and throw me out.
Shut me down and fade me out.
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Down in the boat
it was strange not to know
what to say
thought I would float
but the rain didn't come anyway.
The next time we meet here
you better bring matches
(a loss has occurred or may occur)
I'd rather it burn than collapses
(a loss has occurred or may occur)
I heard the question but I lost my line again
(a loss has occurred or may occur)
to memory daydreams and lapses
(a loss has occurred or may occur).
Down in the boat
it was strange not to know
what to say
thought we could float
but the rain didn't come anyway.
I wanted to speak to you over and over
but never could get me to call.
I wanted to talk to you over and over
but never could get me to call
and I hated your friends best of all.
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So you sold me out
So you sold your brother out again.
The sun shines all the time
And my grass is always green
And people don't seem to mind
When I don't say what I mean.
From this far away
It kind of looks like rain
Get back inside
It's coming down.
(Now let me ask everyone to just standby for a moment here.
Here are the marks. Good.
It may look good it certainly feels unnatural.)
From this far away
It kind of looks like rain
Get back inside
Its coming down.
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