Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Cursive, Your gentleman caller
well, he's been calling on another
he loves his
By Cursive, Cut it out
your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine
The crowds
By Cursive, There's a ghost in my bed
she cries in her sleep
she
By Cursive, there's a time and a place
this is neither the time
By Cursive, He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly
he found
By Cursive, Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and
By Cursive, In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's
By Cursive, And now we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament
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By Cursive, I've decided tonight
I'm staying alive
Just kicking and screaming
Alive I'm staying
By Cursive, I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake
By Cursive, And now, we proudly present
Songs perverse, and songs of lament.
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