Yeah I got out of bed today
So I guess
She sees, oh she feels
The water recalls all I
Love is a bicycle with no front wheel
Love is
The workers on the S.P. line to strike, sent out
The aliens came
I paid them to take my brain
Mother Jones never ran for office
Oh hell, you know
Why are there so many hipsters in my town
Everyone
Oh yeah, yeah it’s so strange I didn’t think this
Gonna write a song for you
Gonna write a song
I am girl enough to go in the light with
I’m bleeding
The universe pulls me
Out of my skin
Why don’t you work like other people do
How the
You are like one of those days
That doesn't know
This morning I caught a glimpse of the man who
I am going to Ireland on a ship I'm going
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