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We shared my umbrella to the lunch room
There you microwaved some pumpkin soup
It left an orange halo around every tooth
And after that I just wasn’t in to you
I was trying to make a move
You were pashing another dude
He was your cousin twice removed
And after that I just wasn’t in to you
I found out something new this week
That what I loved was just skin deep
It’s become so obvious and clear
You can’t drown in shallow water
I wrote you a letter that you never read
It turns out that you loved God instead
You wouldn’t have sex before you were wed
And after that I just wasn’t interested
Five foot tall and hair of crimson rosy red
When we walked you talked while looking straight ahead
I couldn’t understand a single word you said
And after that I just wasn’t interested
I’m not to blame (I’ve heard it all before)
Before I explain (To me you’re nothing)
Nothing changed, it never does (I’ll never be your friend)
Friends will be enough (Enough to make me cry)
I’ve seen underneath (it all)
You’re just what I need
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Little White Lies
03:32
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I opened up a letter
and it took me right back to you
A small piece of paper
sprayed thick with your sweet perfume
You tell me things I don't believe
but it's nice of you to try
Like if I were any prettier
you would probably die, you'd die, you'd die
Oh but I cut off my hair
and somehow you're still alive
So I don't mind
if you tell those little white lies
I took you to bed
and I pressed my prickly face right in to yours
We fooled around, you show me yours
I'll show you mine like we were four
You tell me things I don't believe
once I've rocked your fucking world
Like if I hadn't come along
you would have probably stuck to girls, to girls, to girls
Oh but I asked your friends
and they counted three other guys
So I don't mind
if you tell those little white lies
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Social Butterfly
05:11
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Evidence
You've been a bad, bad girl
We've got photographs
We've got memories
Remember now
Who you kissed on the lawn
Between cigarettes
He's never smoked before
Perfect in this light
The social butterfly
You takes us for the night
Like a child's lullabye
And fall before our eyes
And we follow you down
Understand
All of the hearts you break
Turns them brittle like teeth
Heart surgeon dentistry
Remember now
Who you kissed in the car
But then never again
Now he'll always drive you home
They light up for you
Isn't it wonderful
We feel like kings in the dark of night
We turn invisible
Under the spectrum of morning light
Nothing gets said and so
Nothing gets heard 'til you tell it right
We turn invisible
Nothing to see here
No one in sight but you
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Sports Fan Brisbane, Australia
Sports Fan unleash intelligent, ultra-catchy power-pop through piano, bass, drums and close vocal harmonies. Individually, they obsess over bicycles, tattoos, coffee, comics, perfect pop structures, ice hockey, acronyms, gadgets and vinyl. Collectively, they make more noise than should be possible for two drumsticks, three voices, four strings and eighty-eight keys. ... more
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