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lyrics include definitions found on UrbanDictionary.com
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While you’re here
I’ll hold you
I’ll keep you warm
I’ll try to protect you
Because when you’re gone
I’ll only have memories
pictures on my cell phone
boxes of recipes
So while you’re here
I’ll listen to you cry
I’ll try to make it better
Wipe away the tears
Because when you’re gone
others will support me
and offer facebook sympathy
while I sort through your things
So while you’re here
I’ll hold you
you keep me strong
and even when you’re gone
I’ll always have you
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This old Sweater/Has been stuck in the back/for such a long long time
Real easy to miss/Pass over it every single time
It just never seemed/to be the type of sweater I would want to call mine
And now it's thrown in my face/ cover me up and pull the wool over my eyes
This old sweater/Doesn't fit me now like they told me it would
I've waited for years/To be cozy , just like they said it would
But now it's all wrong /It's too loose it's too tight it's just not right
But they always said
It doesn't matter, it's really in your mind
When you've waited for years to shrink,
Not to be caught or tangled in the fabric of time
Suddenly too small
Feel the same, you've just wasted time
When you've waited years to shrink
Or not to be caught or tangled in the fabric of time
Suddenly too small
Running to stand still, you've just wasted time
This big old sweater
may just be a little past it's prime
Stretched out, thread bare
would always say just give it a little more time
But now I'm pulled
Under the wool again, til I feel cool again
but I can't relax
with nowhere to run and hide
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What's that Truffuat said?
Are women magical? (x2)
Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable
drinkin’ in your figure full
but I wish I was
finding all your piercings with my tongue oh yeah
I can tell you’ve got a great body image
‘cuz it looks good to me
and who cares what they say in society
What's that Truffuat said?
Are women magical? (x2)
Girl I can tell you’re strong
And not just strong on the inside
although I’m sure that you are
girl I mean strong like you could pin me to the floor
and I wish you would
wanna feel you on top of me
pin me down so I can’t breathe
and then read to me
What's that Truffuat said?
Are women magical? (x2)
Jealous of the ink on your skin
mostly ‘cuz it’s on your skin
and I wish I was
exploring every inch with my fingers
just say the word I’ll let it linger
where you want me too
I can’t get enough of you
and your unusual ways
What's that Truffuat said?
Are women magical? (x2)
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Hit the switch to power down and stop
lost the tempo for my self and friends who say hello
I'm not myself I'm never myself I've just gone too far down
When these long years have passed you by with nothing to show for
This switch turns the light on, this switch turns it off
Hope that they're not the same thing, I've never figured it out
I've must have taken something to distract me from the sitting silent moment
Numbness overtaking over me just to find release
(When you appear), I'm put together
(Sewed at the seems), held tight with wire
(Put on display) Parade about the town tonight
(Until I break) everything comes tumbling
Staring in the mirror and
inventory of cuts, scars, scrapes, scratches, lumps and bruises
Each one could tell me something if I would learn to listen
Deafening blow of denial help lets me see thru it
(When you appear), I'm put together
(Sewed at the seems), held tight with wire
(Put on display) Parade about the town tonight
(Until I break) everything comes tumbling
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It’s never about the last fight
It’s always about the last fight
When the time comes, to move on
It’s never about the music you don’t like
It’s always about the times you were nice
When the time comes, to move on
It’s never about the way I spent my money
It’s always about the way you called me honey
When the time comes, to move on
It’s never about the way you tore me down
It’s always about the way you held be up
When the time comes, to move on
It’s never about the time we ran out of gas
It’s always about the way you made me laugh
When the time comes, to move on
It’s never about the bad breath
It’s always about the great sex
When the time comes, to move on
It’s never about the first fight
It’s always about the first fight
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Pals H and Jubb have been performing avant-leaning electronics under various monikers since 2006. After talking about making a pop record for years, they simply decided one day in January 2014 that they would record A Pop Record for the 2014 RPM Challenge. Taking inspiration from "The Turtles present The Battle of the Bands," they worked with the concept of a diverse collection of loosely defined "pop songs."
