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Heart in Your Throat
01:52
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Can you feel your heart stuck in your throat? That’s not as far as it can go. Does it make you smile to know it moves? Well if you’re happy I am too. Every silver lining has a cloud. And no one feels as bad as I do now. ‘Cause you don’t like me any way. You don’t like me any way (you never liked me anyway). That’s fine…
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Shoot Him If He Moves
04:07
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Shoot him if he moves. Shoot him if he moves. Just behind the tree-line. I found him behind the tree-line. Wearing that stupid smile. I hate that stupid smile. Shoot him if he moves. Shoot him if he moves. Now it’s all up to you. And I don’t care what you do. He watched my baby die. Don’t listen to a thing he says. Don’t turn your back. Shoot him if he moves. Shoot him if he moves. Just after midnight. Found him walking after midnight. Wearing that stupid smile. I hate that stupid smile. Shoot him if he moves. Shoot him if he moves. Now it’s all up to you. And I don’t care what you do. He watched my baby die. Don’t listen to a thing he says. Don’t turn your back. Shoot him if he moves. Shoot him if he moves.
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Summertime
03:56
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Summertime, almost gone. Summertime, always gone.
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Squirrel
02:31
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What would you do for a nut or two? What would I do for an afternoon? Just me and him. My squirrel friend. Squirrel. Ah Squirrel. What would you say to a nut a day? I can’t buy your love… What would I do to get close to you? I wish you could see how happy we could be. Squirrel. Ah Squirrel.
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Secrets
02:44
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Secrets. Up in my heart. Up in my heart to stay. Secrets. Up in my heart. Up in my heart to stay. I can’t let them out, ‘til I let you in. I can’t let them out ‘til I let you in. I’ll pile them up so high ‘til they touch the sky. I’ll pile them up so high ‘til they touch the sky.
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I Dream of Monkey
03:36
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In my dream you were a dog. You walked behind me on a leash. We were in a green green park. Then you turned into a monkey. Yeah. Yeah. Your little red overalls. They melted my tired heart. Then I put on your plastic wings. And you flew behind me just like a kite. Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry that I couldn’t stay. I’m sorry that I had to go. You’ll always be my little guy. Yeah. Yeah.
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