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Buyer's Remorse
05:08
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I think I want my money back
This place is like a cul-de-sac
There's only one way in and one way out
I'm looking for the exit door
This isn't what I bargained for
Somebody get me off the ride somehow
I think I want my money back
Feeling like we've gone off track
Somewhere along the line
You tell me there's no guarantees
Nothing good in life comes easy
I want my money back this time
I bought the ticket, took the ride
I'm thoroughly unsatisfied
This isn't the way I thought it'd be
I'm disenchanted, disengaged
Overwhelmed and underpaid
It's not the way they sold it on TV
I think I want my money back
Feeling like we've gone off track
Somewhere along the line
You tell me there's no guarantees
Nothing good in life comes easy
I want my money back this time
I saw a picture in a catalog
But in the end it's not the same at all
Repeat Chorus
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Time to turn it over, time to put it in gear
Feels like I'm losing momentum
There's a dozen tiny anchors that are keeping me here
If not, I'd probably invent them
Got a wrinkled up twenty and a couple of ones
burning a hole in my pocket
The answer's waiting on the other side of this door
I haven't got the key to unlock it
There's a melancholy moon on the rise
And our ship is running out of supplies
We should head to shore and say our goodbyes
'cause everything dies
Now the moon is casting shadows in the valley tonight
down in the Garden of Eden
It's hard to tell the difference between wrong and right
If you think there's nothing left to believe in
The preacher's on the radio, he's coming undone
talking about eternal damnation
The devil's selling dictionaries door to door
Looks like he could use a vacation
There's a melancholy moon on the rise
And the mini bar is low on supplies
We should wrap it up and say our goodbyes
'cause everything dies
Gone away, gone away are the salad days
Let it play, let it play, let the record play
Now the moon is casting shadows in the valley tonight
down in the Garden of Eden
It's hard to tell the difference between wrong and right
If you think there's nothing left to believe in
There's a melancholy moon on the rise
And the bar is running out of supplies
We should pay our tab and say our goodbyes
'cause everything dies
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Cardiology
03:28
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Chasing a ghost can be a strange occupation
a crash course education in anthropology
Making the most of a strange situaion
can be a tricky operation
But I don't let it bother me
I got a broken heart, but I'm not heartbroken
Baby I'm not even joking
This is not a comedy
I got a broken heart, but I'm not brokenhearted
I can't remember when it started
It's only cardiology
Making mistakes has become my profession
In fact it's almost an obsession
It's all I seem to do
The toll that it takes
You know you never see it coming
Yeah, you never see it coming
Until it catches up with you
I got a broken heart, but I'm not heartbroken
Baby I'm not even joking
This is not a comedy
I got a broken heart, but I'm not brokenhearted
I can't remember when it started
It's only cardiology
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Resist the Machines
04:26
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I want to be in the here
I want to live in the now
I want to share in the rarified air
But I can't seem to figure it out
I want the state of the art
Give me the top of the line
I'm keeping pace in the status quo race
But it's just a sign of the times
Cut the cord, hit the killswitch, disengage
I'm a ghost in a post-postmodern age
Resist the machines
I want to know what they know
I want to see what they see
They're underground making silver sounds now
But I can't figure out what it means
I've seen the movie before
Seen it time and again
I've read the book about a dozen times now
But I can't recall how it ends
Cut the cord, hit the killswitch, disengage
I'm a ghost in a post-postmodern age
Resist the machines
I want to be in the here
I want to live in the now
I want to share in the rarified air
But I can't seem to figure it out
I want to know what they know
I want to see what they see
They're underground making silver sounds now
But I can't figure out what it means
Cut the cord, hit the killswitch, disengage
I'm a ghost in a post-postmodern age
Resist the machines
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Our Fair City
03:30
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From a Friendly City sidewalk on a downtown city block
I can see familiar faces out on Main Street as I walk
And an old sad song is playing from a storefront stereo
It reminds me that I'm right where I belong
Here's to our fair city
Here's to you and me
We're going to write this city's future history
There's a punk rock show at the record store
in the Village of the Arts
And the music in the air ignites the fire in our hearts
Now we're driving south on 9th Street
moving past the baseball park
It reminds me that I'm right where I belong
Here's to our fair city
Here's to you and me
We're going to write this city's future history
It's a postcard sky at the Riverwalk on the banks of the Manatee
There's a freight train marching north across the river rhythmically
I can almost hear the heartbeat of the place that I call home
And it reminds me that I'm right where I belong
Here's to our fair city
Here's to you and me
We're going to write this city's future history
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Dystopia
03:33
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We are the children of the war
Among the wreckage from the battles fought before
The grass won't grow here anymore
Shadows cast through shattered glass across the floor
And I've been wandering around for all these years
Oh, and I've been wondering how we wound up here
Fading out, we disappear in Dystopia
We feed the fire through the night
We lead the choir through the darkness to the light
Oh, we were born into this fight
We dream in color, but we live in black and white
And I've been wandering around for all these years
Oh, and I've been wondering how we wound up here
Losing ground, grinding gears
Fading out, we disappear in Dystopia
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