1. |
Ennui
04:40
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Alcolover, if you break my heart
I promise
Promise I'll thank you every day
There's no action in this boring plot
I think I've chosen the wrong play
I need something to shake me down
Inebriation doesn't help me out now
How do I express my feelings more clearly?
I still don't know how
Alcohol, if you poison my soul
I promise
Promise I'll use you for my whole life
There's no action in this boring plot
I think I've chosen the wrong way
I need something to shake me down
Inebriation doesn't help me out now
How do I express my feelings more clearly?
I still don't know how
I need something to shake me down
Isolation doesn't help me out
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2. |
Social Media Maniac
03:32
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She knows the latest trends
Look at her Instagram
She has so many friends
What if I ask them
"How does she spend her time?
What's going through her mind?
Is she still in her prime?"
What is the answer?
"She won't write you back
If you write her
After getting drunk
She don't wanna call you
She won't send you
A present for Christmas
You won't have a chance to meet
Not in this life anymore
Anymore"
Well, fine, I don't mind
See this familiar face
Of someone that you embraced
With whom you were spending days
In early December
Scroll down the page of life
Memories materialize
Pictures of you and I
Side by side
I check her Facebook page again
I do this constantly every day
'Cause I'm a social media maniac
Okay, I see the same unnatural pose
I see the hashtags in every post
You never know which one will trend
And which one will get more likes and comments
She'd like to know
I won't write you
Don't you ever write me
I ain't gonna call you up
Neither are you
It's a shame but
We could then realize
That we won't meet again
And I won't recognize your number
If you ever call me
I won't write you
I have my pride
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
All this was known from the start
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I won't send you a card on your birthday
Don't wanna meet by chance in a cafe
I got used to
Spying on you
But that ain't worth it
You ain't worth it
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3. |
Tame [Pixies cover]
02:07
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Got hips like Cinderella
Must be having a good shame
Talking sweet about nothing
Cookie I think you're
Tame
I'm making good friends with you
When you're shaking your good frame
Fall on your face in those bad shoes
Lying there like you're
Tame
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originally recorded and released by Pixies on Doolittle, 1989
written by Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson IV
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4. |
Sidelong Glances
05:12
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People care about people even when it's not necessary
Winter hat is ready to be worn. I can't wait for January
I'll hide my dyed hair there and become more ordinary
Winter hat is ready to be worn
Why do I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Sidelong glances
They shoot me from behind
Circumstances made me a hater of mankind
Disapproving glances are gonna eat me alive
but nevermind
People like to torture others
I swear we are chronic morons
Has not the 21st century taught us any manners?
I'm outside the comfort zone within the city limits
Cursed be the minute when my spirit became timid
Sidelong glances
They sting me from behind
Circumstances made me a hater of mankind
Disapproving glances are gonna eat me alive
I know that I can leave it all behind
Achieve a better state of mind
but nevermind
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