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In My Absence
03:36
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Look to my left, look to my right
Dressed up performers everywhere in sight
I don’t mean to stare, but I’m taken by the clothes they wear
House lights reflecting off their hair
And I’m looking for the one
I’m looking for the one with the helmet on her head
You don’t seem to notice me when I’m around
But I don’t mind if you pretend to want me
In my absence
Head for the door, I step outside
Small talk with friends will pass the aching time
I know she’s with her man, but I can’t get her out my head
Forget her I don’t think I can
I’m looking for the one
I’m looking for the one with the helmet on her head
You don’t seem to notice me when I’m around
But I don’t mind if you pretend to want me
In my absence
I’m looking for the one
I’m looking for the one with the helmet on her head
You don’t seem to notice me when I’m around
But I don’t mind if you pretend to want me
You don’t seem to notice me when I’m around
But I don’t mind if you pretend to want me
In my absence
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2. |
Insane In A Playpen
03:34
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Stuck in this pen, everything is out there
There’s nothing for me to enjoy in here
The few things around me all bore me to tears
I feel like I’ve been here for years
I’m going insane in a playpen
I don’t remember
Why I was put here, but I
Cannot believe that you’d leave me in here
And go living your lives, pretending that you can’t hear me
Calling for you, it’s a shame what you’re doing to me
Is it because I sunk my teeth into your clothes?
You took me away from my mom on the farm
You drove me for miles and miles in your car
You lock me away while you go off to work
Oh how could you be such a jerk?
I’m going insane in a playpen
I don’t remember
Why I was put here, but I
Cannot believe that you’d leave me in here
And go living your lives, pretending that you can’t hear me
Calling for you, it’s a shame what you’re doing to me
Is it because I left a gift under your nose?
I don't believe that you’d leave me in here
And go living your lives, pretending that you can’t hear me
Calling for you, it’s a shame what you’re doing to me
Is it because I left a gift under your nose?
I don't believe that you’d leave me in here
And go living your lives, pretending that you can’t hear me
Calling for you, it’s a shame what you’re doing to me
Is it because I sunk my teeth into your clothes?
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3. |
I Won't Know You Anymore
03:28
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I never understood the rules of school
Hey boy, you never have a thing to say
And that’s what they would tell me everyday
But if I open my mouth
They’d hate me just the same
Unfortunate acquaintances
I don’t want no trouble
Why don’t you tell me what it is
That you want from me, or let me be?
And after all, I don’t need this
I’m leaving on the double
As soon as the bell rings
I won’t know you anymore
I came here from another point in time
Hey girl, can I take you out tonight?
And maybe I can walk you to your door
But she is laughing at me
Kids don’t do that no more
Unfortunate acquaintances
I don’t want no trouble
Why don’t you tell me what it is
That you want from me, or let me be?
And after all, I don’t need this
I’m leaving on the double
As soon as the bell rings
I won’t know you anymore
Unfortunate acquaintances
I don’t want no trouble
Why don’t you tell me what it is
That you want from me, or let me be?
And after all, I don’t need this
I’m leaving on the double
As soon as the bell rings
I won’t know you anymore
And after all, I don’t need this
I’m leaving on the double
As soon as the bell rings
I won’t know you
Anymore
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