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Pens
03:58
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What can a blue pen do?
Whatever it is that makes a blue pen blue
And I don’t agree with the things that you’re gonna do
Whenever I do it makes us new
What can a used book do?
It can save you a dollar and make a used book new
And I don’t know all the things that you’ve gone through
Whatever it is that made you you
chorus:
For all the dollars and the blue ink wasted, used up, or gone away
My dollars disappear but my blue ink belongs to you
(Belongs to you)
What can scissors do?
They can take a piece of paper and turn it into two
And I don’t know all the piles you’ve gone through
What can one star do?
It can fall so far it makes a wish come true
And I don’t know who’s giving wish to you
Whoever it is it’ll come to you
[chorus]
What can one song do?
It can touch a million or it can touch a few
And I don’t know if this song touches you
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Llama VAC
03:04
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Eventually, you’ll come back to me
But for now I don’t know what to say, but I better say something
Because she’s looking for a response right now and currently you’re saying nothing
But as for now, I’ve noticed that it seems
I’ve noticed she’s taking form in the magazines
And she screams (she screams)
And I scream and you scream, we all scream for pipe dreams
chorus:
Ooooooh oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Ooooooh oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Bop bop bop bop bop bop, bop bop bop bop bop bop
Bop bop bop bop bop bop
You’re persistently, throwing facts at me
I never knew reasoning could come so viciously
And you’ll cry
And I’ll sit here patiently waiting for you to get hit by, reality
I never noticed that this sucked until you’re stabbing me
And you write me these letters knowing I hate exclamation points because it leaves it open for way too many interpretations
[chorus]
And you’re on top of me, and not stopping me
I never knew your dignity could come so simply
And my hands, and your legs, and your arms are like pegs
Now balance and balance and balance
I’ll smoke cigarettes, and you’ll eat your cake
And we can both have our best after we’ve been disgraced
And this catastrophe, turned into blaspheme
And I don’t believe you’re a regular churchgoer
[chorus] (x2)
Your frequent shopping sprees will never set you free
And the more that I tell you you get mad at me
And I hate, your face, and all your clothes at my place
You should get them soon before I lose them in the fire place
And jealousy is so besides to me
You should get a job and stop yelling at me
Because I hate your voice and your cinema choices
You should wait in line and wake me up when it’s over
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