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sleeping next to me
01:41
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2. |
brachydactyly dee
01:58
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brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyl brachydactyl brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly day
my baby she was born this way
her pollex is short
her temper is too
when she gets heated
there is nothing to do
you'll never lose a thumb war
that's a guarantee
brachydactyl brachydactyl brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyl brachydactyl brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly day
my baby she was born this way
friendly bobby dove
has similar digits
beats me at scrabble
and again at cribbage
she says, 'megan fox has
the same thumbs as me'
brachydactyl brachydactyl brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyl brachydactyl brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly dee
brachydactyly day
my baby she was born this way
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3. |
pullin' at the curtains
02:45
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i'm up from drinking coffee
too late in the day
going through old photographs
trying to fill a frame
watching british television
hoping for a laugh
pulling at the curtains
for a darker shade of black
thinkin' on the senior this morning
who flipped me the bird
on account of a traffic
indiscretion that occurred
i took that wrinkled finger
as my cross to bear
i hope that ornery oompa-loompa
is feeling lighter than air
i've slipped into tomorrow
the world's oscillating beat
days tumble together
like a tug of war defeat
i've come to know some grace
in accepting a role
there is the rope
and the one who pulls
i settled on the picture
i took of you last fall
sitting on the end of my bed
holding a basketball
beneath your shirt against your belly
as if carrying a child
i looked at you and laughed
and thought 'that would be wild'
and i wonder if that senior this morning
has a baby of his own
maybe she don't answer when he
calls her on the phone
and i've got something beneath my shirt
it's not a ball or a boy
it's a heart weighed down by grief
but still filled up with joy
i've slipped into tomorrow
the world's oscillating beat
days tumble together
like a tug of war defeat
i've come to know some grace
in accepting a role
there is the rope
and the one who pulls
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money musk in d
01:10
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5. |
weather and traffic
03:00
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he broke both his arms falling off of a building he climbed
while higher than the american flag on the fourth of july
cleaned him self up, enough to know better
you can hear him today reading traffic and weather
on the radio waves
rides across town on two-wheeler built to go fast
knows the only way forward is learning to let go of the past
sometimes it's heavy, or light as a feather
i hear it in the way he reads traffic and weather
on the radio waves
you don't know what you've got til you don't have it
ain't nothing for sure but death and taxes, weather and traffic
i don't need much, don't do a lot of askin'
tryin' to wrap my brain around death and taxes, weather and traffic
cars go vroom and thunder goes boom and rain goes splash
look at us all just runnin' around trying to make a little cash
i've been staring at the wall listening to records
i got 'em playing over the traffic and weather
on the radio waves
you don't know what you've got til you don't have it
ain't nothing for sure but death and taxes, weather and traffic
i don't need much, don't do a lot of askin'
tryin' to wrap my brain around death and taxes, weather and traffic
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she swerves left
she swerves right
we may not may make it
home tonight
cross my fingers
say my prayers
by the grace of god
that we get there
i can smell it
on her breath
with listerine
and cigarettes
i know not i
would have ever thunk
the school bus driver
to be drunk
we do not leave
this world alive
we do what we need
to survive
could be right
could be wrong
could mean drinkin'
on the job
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7. |
bag of cukes
02:20
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i've got a bag of cukes
i've got a bag of cukes
i feel like a king, i feel like a duke
i've got a bag of cukes
i rule the duchy of the cumbers
i rule the duchy of the cumbers
i eat 'em all day, i eat 'em in my slumber
i rule the duchy of the slumbers
crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch....
grandpa don't drink water or juice
grandpa don't drink water or juice
he stays hydrated by suckin' on cukes
grandpa don't drink water or juice
sometimes you can use 'em as a toy
sometimes you can use 'em as a toy
you don't have to eat 'em to get a little joy
sometimes you can use 'em as a toy
crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
crunch crunch crunch crunch
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8. |
acorn hill
01:14
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