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The Donnas
The Donnas




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Gold Medal (2004)
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I know where you live yeah
And I wanna live there too
I drive by almost every day
Itґs not even really on my way
When am I gonna get to see you

I wonґt be missunderstood
It wonґt do you any good
Think I ґm not the one you could
When I know that you would

I donґt wanna know if you donґt want me, no
I donґt wanna know if you donґt want me, no

I have a shirt that belongs to you
And I use it to guess all the things you do
Iґve already me your mom and dad
Said Iґm the best one you never had
And I you should really reconsider

I watched you trough the window last night
And I thought I saw a girl in the candlelight
You thinks thatґs fair after all Iґve done
Restraining orders one by one
And I sure hope that was your sister

I guess you missunderstood
Didnґt do you any good
Bet you thought you never could
Now you know that I would
Now you know that I would
Now you know that I would

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Cґmon and show me
That you really know me
So close so tight

Turning silver and gold into rubber and glue
Not supposed to let it get to you
Thatґs easy to say but hard to do

When you roll back into town
Theyґll all be around- Just to show you
That friends like mine will never let you down
Untill you hit the ground-
Then they donґt know you

Take what you can borrow
But what about tomorrow
Just have to wait and see
Whatґs in it for me

Youґre an open book
Hereґs a mirror take a look
Donґt like what you see
Donґt come to me

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Donґt break me. Donґt break me down
Canґt you see my hands on the ground
I canґt remember my name
And I promise you it, wonґt be the same

Did you steal it?
Can you feel?
Cause Iґm starting to feel it now
So donґt break me down

Donґt break me. Dont break me down
Dont bury my words in the ground
I canґt sleep at night
And I know without me youґre not alright

Can you taste it?
Can you face it?
Cause Iґm ready to face it now,
So dont break me down

I know I,m holding too tight
But just give me some time, and Iґll get it right


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I can't believe she bought it
She got too close and she caught it
Had a point, but she forgot it

When you skip steps on the way up
The gaps have a way of catchin up
And you can't cover that with make-up

((Chorus))
You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause you're not ready baby..
And you got nothin on me

Now that I'm getting to know her
Part of me want's to show her
Who she's really screwing over

Cause she's got nothin real
Taking everything she can steal
Just like it was her last meal (last meal last meal last meal...)

((Chorus))
You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause you're not ready baby..
And you got nothin on me

You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause you're not ready baby..
And you got nothin on me

How long is she gonna be around
And how long do we have to watch her dummin' down
Cause when its cheap it fades fast
And how long does she think its gonna last

((Chorus))
You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause you're not ready baby..
And you got nothin on me

You're gonna fall behind me
You're gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause you're not ready baby..
And you got nothin on me

And you got nothin on me (X4)


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Oh youґve got light they burn out for you
And youґve got eyes, cocaine
white and blue
All you know is wine and good friends

Or did you think itґd last forever?

Is that it, is that all you got for me?
Just a copy of a copy.
I wont let you have it for free free free

A pick me up and then youґre off again
The crowdsґs there to see if you sink or swim
They laugh and cheer
when yoy crash and burn
But theyґll be back for your big return
(theyґll never learn)

Watch the smoke fade,
you finally got your space
Wander the streets, but
no on knows your face
Your senior slump it was a flop
So give it up down to the top

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Iґm not obsesses, I could care less
I just want to get you undressed
The less you talk, the more you say
Donґt let the words get in the way

Itґs so hard to be on your own
When youґre holdinґit all alone
And youґve been workinґ to the bone
Itґs so hard, itґs so hard

Youґre just another guy
with a wonderinґeye
And Iґm just a Gemini
I donґt see whats the harm
If we donґt set off the alarm

Donґt mind if I do
Thereґs something I wanna show you
Donґt mind if you donґt
Remember this baby cause I wont

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So what were you expecting
Every song has a perfect ending
But thatґs not good enough
Not good enough for you

I tought you opened upp your gates
You claim that everyone relates
What was I thinkg when I tought
That meant me too

Iґll take note
Put on my coat
Leave you to read what I wrote
So sorry you never wanted me
But thatґs what made me want the gold medal!!!!!

Cheer on the cirkus clowns
"This is the best of the towns"
What do you get from them
That you couldґnt get from me?

Itґs where I got my start
But not where I left my heart
I take that with me
Now I see whatґs underneath


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Iґm sick of the state weґre in
And every little thread is wearing thin
Iґve been livinґlife in the slow lane
But somethingґs got to change

What time is it where you are
Youґre in bed, Iґm at a bar
Right now opposites sunbtract
And I donґt know if I can bridge the gap

The phone bills, and missed calls, have
got us they got us

At the mercy of a mile
In no place to make demands
Iґll make it worth your while
But right now itґs out of my hands
Itґs out of my hands

Ode to sleep pillows and sheets
The last place Iґd excpect us to meet
Iґll be back before you know
So donґt worry if youґre running low
The phone bills, and missed calls, have
got us, theyґve got us hanging

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Burned your way in under my skin
When when I wasnґt lookinґ

Itґs so easy to talk about me
When Iґm not around to say

I may not be a man,
but youґre not on either
It takes one to know one
Whoґs calling names, and pointing fingers
Takes one to know one

Cut me then blame me for bleeding
Wonґt see me begging and pleading

Tell me what Iґm supposed to do, thatґs
funny coming from you
Not a boy not yet a man, never even
done time in a van
You donґt know what youґre talkinґabout
Am I speaking English,
or is this just a deathwish?!

Just because weґre face to face
Doesnґt men weґre eye to eye

I may not be a man
but youґre not one either
Takes one to know one
Whoґs calling names and pointing fingers
Takes one to know one
Itґs age before beauty
and you go neither
It takes on to know one

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Half cocked and fully loaded
Not even trying to sugar coat it
You're aimed at me, but you're shooting blanks
And it doesn't hurt, thanks but no thanks

But it's a matter of time
Till you get yours and I get mine
It might not be me
But you're gonna answer to somebody, revolver

You've got one foot in your mouth
and one foot in the grave
You were diggin' a hole
but now you're diggin' a cave
Itґs not gonna be funny anymore
By the time you wake up sobered up and sore

But it's a matter of time
Till you get yours and I get mine
It might not be me
But you're gonna answer to somebody, revolver

I left my comebacks at the door
I didn't know what I was in for
You're deeper than you've ever been before
You're deeper than you've ever been before

You've got one foot in your mouth
and one foot in the grave
You were diggin' a hole
but now you're diggin' a cave

But it's a matter of time
Till you get yours and I get mine
It might not be me
But you're gonna answer to somebody, revolver
Revolver

. . .


Shoe gazers in blazers
Introduce you to razors, so that
The Wilson twins - they can see you
In all your glory, in all your glory

Donґt you care what all the people say
You donґt care youґre gonna do it any way
All eyes are on you and theyґre burning holes
Thereґs no one left inside
Have you no pride

How many pairs do you own
How many patches have you sewn
on your sleeve
Now you donґt dare mend the holes
They tell your story yeah they tell your story
(Tell your story)

What do you write in that journal
Some kind of infernal
poetry
So that Iґll offer my help
But donґt you worry, donґt you worry

Letґs take a walk trough the crowd
Letґs take a walk trough the crowd


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