1. |
Frosted Flakes
02:31
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I’m writing this letter.
It’s coming straight from my heart.
If you were smart then you would better
and never tear it apart.
You got the nerve to tell me
I should be more like your friends
when you're just trying to impress them
with all your false affluence.
But I can't do what people tell me to do.
No I can't do what people tell me to do.
I can't do what people tell me to do.
No I can't do what people tell me...to do.
And I'm not the kind of person
to place judgement on your friends
Why don't they look twice in the mirror?
I'd rather not be like them.
Can't do what people tell me to do.
No I can't do what people tell me to do.
I can't do what people tell me to do.
No I can't do what people tell me...to do.
Alright!!!!
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2. |
Mother's Milk
03:27
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Crush my skull and feed my brain.
The world is burning but who’s to blame?
Brother Bill has got the itch and
you can’t tell him that a sinking stone won’t swim.
So why’d you come back to this place?
Why’d you come back to me?
Mother’s Milk just seems so out of place…
with so many mouths to feed.
Two days burning up Camaroon,
can leave you yearning for things too soon.
Find the hole in your pinky promise,
doing time for all the anti-love alarmists.
So why’d you come back to this place?
Why’d you come back to me?
Mother’s Milk just seems so out of place…
with so many mouths to feed.
Why’d you come back to this place?
Why’d you come back to me?
Mother’s Milk seems so out of place…
with so many mouths to feed.
Oh yeah.
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3. |
No Good
01:58
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If you don’t love me, let me go.
But if you want me, tell me so.
You like to say that love’s a show
where you’re the star but we won’t go far
‘cause you’re no good with my heart.
Your silent treatment’s got me down.
If you’re the hook, then I’m the clown.
You used to laugh at all my jokes,
but now I’m sad, over what we had
and you’re no good with my heart.
You used to call me baby, oh baby.
But now you don’t call me lately, no lately.
I don’t understand.
You used to hold my hand.
When we went for a walk on those beautiful sands.
You say that I’m the one that's changed.
But I’m the same guy everyday.
Well maybe you should raise your standards?
'Cause I'd rather die with some peace of mind
and you're no good with my heart.
You used to call me baby, oh baby.
But now you don’t call me lately, no lately.
I don’t understand.
You used to hold my hand.
When we went for a walk on those beautiful sands.
You say that I’m the one that's changed.
But I’m the same fuck everyday.
If that's my problem, ok!
I'd rather die with some peace of mind
and you're no good with my heart.
you’re no good,
you’re no good,
you’re no good…
with my heart.
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4. |
SWYM
03:32
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You're sitting at home
you're there by the phone
there's nobody home
but the fever still rings.
You talk in you're sleep
your in it so deep
you're secrets don't keep 'cause there's
noone to hear.
So why can't you,
why can't you,
why can't you ever
say what you mean.
You stare into the space,
but time won't erase
the pain in you're face and the
scars on you're cheek.
You're running around
it's all over town
it's getting me down when you
let it drag on.
So why can't you,
why can't you,
why can't you ever
say what you mean.
And now I'm starting to believe you are the worst pretender.
I know it's hard for you to see and just admit surrender.
This feeling won't last
it's all in your past
you couldn't of hatched a more
grand of a scheme.
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