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Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
only, i donand't know how they got out, dear.
turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
i was happier then with no mind-set.
And if youand'd and'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, iand'd and'a jumped from my tree
and iand'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would and'a fared well.
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
hope itand's right when you die, old and bony.
dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
never should have called
but my headand's to the wall and iand'm lonely.
And if youand'd and'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, iand'd and'a jumped from my tree
and iand'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would and'a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
and bleed into their buns and'till they melt away.
Iand'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
and if youand'd and'a took to me like
well iand'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would and'a fared well.
The Shins
New Slang
New Slang
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
only, i donand't know how they got out, dear.
turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
i was happier then with no mind-set.
And if youand'd and'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, iand'd and'a jumped from my tree
and iand'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would and'a fared well.
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
hope itand's right when you die, old and bony.
dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
never should have called
but my headand's to the wall and iand'm lonely.
And if youand'd and'a took to me like
a gull takes to the wind.
well, iand'd and'a jumped from my tree
and iand'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would and'a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
and bleed into their buns and'till they melt away.
Iand'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
and if youand'd and'a took to me like
well iand'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
and the rest of our lives would and'a fared well.