I sat outside my front
window...this story's going
somewhere:
"He's well hung," and I am
hanging up.
Well there's a song on the
radio that says:
"Let's get this party
started."
So let's get this party
started.
What you do on your own
time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse,
I just never want to know.
What meant the world had
folded
like legs and fingers
holding onto what escapes
me;
what he has: a better kiss
that never lasts.
You said, between your
smiles and regrets: "Don't
say it's over."
Dead and gone, dead and
gone, yeah
Calm before the storm set it
off, and the sun burnt out
tonight.
A reception less than warm
set it off, and the sun
burnt out to...
This is me standing in the
arch of the door
hating that look that's on
your face
that says there's another
fool like me.
There's one born every
minute, there's one born
every minute.
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What you do on your own
time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse,
I just never want to know.
What meant the world
imploded, inflated then
demoted all my oxygen
to product gas and
suffocated my last chance.
You said, between your
smiles and regrets: "Don't
say it's over."
Dead and gone, dead and
gone, yeah, woah
Calm before the storm set it
off, and the sun burnt out
tonight.
A reception less than warm
set it off, and the sun
burnt out tonight.
Calm before the storm, set
it off, set it off, woah
Calm before the storm set it
off, and the sun burnt out
tonight.
A reception less than warm
set it off, and the sun
burnt out tonight, yeah...
Woah...yeah...
Sun burnt out tonight
Woah...
The sun burnt out tonight
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