1. |
Sunbeams
02:26
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Sunbeams burn my nights down
My nights down
So come see me turn inside out
Pretty soon I'll have to be
Better on my own
'Cause with present company
I think I'm better off alone
Save up for me
So I can take the heat
Game on, play on
Some didn't catch the meaning or the beat
Sunbeams burn my nights down
My nights down
So come see me turn inside out
So you think you made a mistake
Trading sun for snow
But you swore to yourself long ago
You'll land where the wind blows
Wait up for me
So I can write the scene
Game on play on
Some never catch the meaning or the beat
Sunbeams burn my nights down
My nights down
So come see me turn inside out
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2. |
Go Paperless
02:50
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Ray Knoc
He thought he was in real estate
Turns out
His little business needs a new collab
Don’t overestimate my house
It’s still
Owned by the Bank of the Ozarks, yeah
My money's tied up
Paying off my loans
They make me pay my bills on time
Go paperless
Go paperless
Go paperless
Go
The dog
Is trapped behind the windows now
She wags
When she sees me approaching, yeah
We gotta learn how to compost
Our trash
So big oil can last
My days tied up
Starin' at my phone
It lets me pay my bill online
Go paperless
Go paperless
Go paperless
Go
And I’m out west for a day
And my dad calls me to say
Is it getting bad where you are?
Is it getting bad where you are?
Is it getting bad?
Go paperless
Go paperless
Go paperless
Go
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3. |
Max
04:48
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Everybody’s kicking the new tires
On Max’s truck
Almost past his shoulders, the girls wonder
If he has to jump
At a rival high school party
They made Max sorry he showed up
They could only slash the driver's rear
'Cause the knife got stuck
Treaded through the snow across the city
to your porch
Cute little cherubim, Christmas lights
adorn their horns
Do your parents know I’m over
Do they know I’m sober like before?
Said you never told them about me
And I laughed on the floor
Wouldn’t get me anyways I’m sure
I forgot to ask
'Bout the fragile things
You hold so dear
I don’t mean to brag at all
You just sold me up the river
My gal
If he’s ever stranded in a buzz of golden bees
He folds like a butterfly to show off his wings
In the pages of a journal
He choreos the turns of his next routine
Then the swarm floats back to the backing track
And lets him breathe
Patch it up and get back on the street
I forgot to ask
'Bout the fragile things
You hold so dear
I don’t mean to brag at all
You just sold me up the river
My gal
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