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Pop Rocks
03:30
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Ooh, can you smell my blood?
I'm burnin' up here
We could take this small talk, turn it into pop rocks
Ooh, can you smell my blood?
You were always laughin'
I was always jokin'
We were always gamblin'
Double-gun, barrel-smokin'
It's funny cos' I thought that you were afraid of me
But when I see you my heart turns a hundred degrees
Ooh, can you smell my blood?
I'm burnin' up here
We could take this small talk, turn it into pop rocks
Ooh, can you smell my blood?
Come on take me higher, come on take me high
We could take this small talk, turn it into pop rocks
Ooh, can you smell my blood?
I'm burnin' up here
We could take this small talk, turn it into pop rocks
Ooh, can you smell my blood?
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2. |
I Wanna Love U
01:49
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I wanna love you anyway I can
It was a heart attack back in November when
We used to twist and shout
Now it got harder then, we're in the lion's den
I wanna figure you out
I got one question for you, do you ever need me
To help you fall in love
Cos' three time in the night I still need a blood drive
For an empty heart on the Hudson River
I wanna love you anyway I can
It was September then, we used to hang as friends
We used to twist and shout
And it got harden then, it turned from present tense
I never figured it out
I got one question for you, do you ever need me
To help you fall in love
Cos' three time in my life I still need a blood drive
For an empty heart on the Hudson River
I wanna love you anyway I can
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3. |
Connecticut
03:22
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Some say, anytime holdin' on the run
I need something to be said, I needed
All you want is toeing waters by the borderline
I need something to be said - we're yellin'
Hey, you know
You're runnin' out of quarters
Hey, don't stall
We're rounding out the corners
Singing hey your soul is running off the corners in your mouth
Who comes from a place like Connecticut?
Some sing for shadows on the lips of summer nights
I sing for leftover desires, you're running
All over from Africa to Santa Monica
I need some time to toe the waters
Hey, you know
You're runnin' out of quarters
Hey, don't stall
We're rounding out the corners
Singing hey your soul is running off the corners in your mouth
So sing it now
Who comes from a place like Connecticut
I love Midwestern girls with Northeast dispositions
You've run around the world and I'm intimidated
Who comes from a place like Connecticut?
Who comes from a place like Missouri
Who comes from a place like Connecticut?
I love Midwestern girls with Northeast dispositions
You've run around the world and I'm intimidated
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4. |
Wild Flock
04:33
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You were blowing your nose with your back to the chair
It's such a strange sad world who would ever care?
Well, it's a two-step process, princess
It's a riddle from a Sphinx
It's not as complicated as you'd suggest
So tell me what it is I'd oughta think
We were dancing to the ending credits of the movie
And you would roast me cos' I've got two left feet to put it simply
Cos' you're a wild girl and I'm a wild boy stuck in the city
Follow the wild flock and this is mad talk I know, just let it be
You were ringing your bells in the living room
And I was falling in love second guessing you
Well, it's a two-step process, princess
It's a riddle from a Sphinx
It's not as complicated as you'd suggest
So tell me what it is I'd oughta think
We were dancing to the ending credits of the movie
And you would roast me cos' I've got two left feet to put it simply
Cos' you're a wild girl and I'm a wild boy stuck in the city
Follow the wild flock and this is mad talk I know, just let it be
There was a moment when I saw your muscles
Push and pull you back from side to side
There was a second when I heard you singing
'Bout the ghosts of other lives
There was a moment when I saw your muscles
Push and pull you back from side to side
There was a second when I heard you singing
With the ghosts of other lives
We were dancing to the ending credits of the movie
And you would roast me cos' I've got two left feet to put it simply
Cos' you're a wild girl and I'm a wild boy stuck in the city
Follow the wild flock and this is mad talk I know, just let it be
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JJ Wong Malibu, California
Hoping that the words I write can find a home in your brain.
Made with love and a genuine sense of discomfort.
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