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Song From a Dog
03:21
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this world is awful scary but i sometimes feel your hand
sometimes you yank my collar or just yell until i stand
you put me in a box and then it’s bright and loud and wrong
and you shove things through my insides and on better days it takes less long
this world is awful scary but you’ve got this little door
you scoop out all its insides and you pour them on the floor
it smells like violent nothing and i feel so sick and gone
but then you let me out, and hey! my Friend’s up there! i kiss the lawn
my Friend is warm and bright
for me he uses up his light
every night he dies
sometimes he gets sick and so do i
i don’t ask why
this world is awful scary but at least you change the air
you get it wrong a lot but i’m so good i stopped to care
you do so much for me, you’re proud when i don’t bark or bite
if you hadn’t been so kind i would’ve
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Microsoft Excel
04:15
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Late summer day
You don’t have to see me to see just the way
Mm, it’s cliche
You don’t have to know me to know it’s cliche
There goes the train to take me home
- Microsoft Excel
- I can use Microsoft Excel
- I’m proficient in Excel
- I excel
Under the sky
You don’t have to trace me to see that I try
Umbrella high
You really don’t have to watch me to understand why
There goes the game
My cover’s blown
- (Ba ba dadadap)
10,000 people I’ve got
10,000 faces I’ve got
10,000 names and I’ve got
A dozen days
10,000 answers I’ve got
10,000 memories running on
10,000 seconds and I
Will stay awake
The sky’s so blue it burns
The drive’s so warm it hurts
The voice so kind, the spoon so shined
And Jeeves can read my fuckin mind
But Microsoft Excel
Microsoft Excel
I can use Excel
I excel
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December January
04:02
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Yesterday they called for six inches
Tomorrow they’ll be calling four more
I don’t know what this is supposed to mean
When I can’t even open my door
But I don’t know where I even would go
’Cause everything is blue and gray
And I can’t see what I hoped it would show
’Cause everything stays this way
And you might find what you’ve got in your mind
’Cause you can hear the sea
But I
Don’t you know it’s 5 o’clock somewhere
Don’t you know that somewhere is here
Haven’t you been told by the holy one
That it’s gonna be better next year
But I don’t know where I’m going to go
Not even when it’s yellow and green
And I won’t see what I need it to show
When already I have seen
And you might say that it’s different today
’Cause you keep track of the keys
But I
Step on the asphalt don’t you forget the salt
Step on it don’t forget
Losing direction, seek imperfection
Lose it and don’t forget
I won’t be only know me
I won’t forget
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