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Count it off smart guy
Now what the hell are we doin'?
No, it can't
Eleven times a scapegoat
It's not a hug but a choke
And you're not what I've been missin'
And I'll be damned before I listen to you
Prince-S of distress
You're a Prince-S of distress
Everything you want
And nothing that you need
But somehow it all just fits in
I'd climb your mind just to go wishing
I guess there's no use really ââ¬~cause
ââ¬~Cause there's nothing like a real thing
Welling up in my throat
I love you, you must know
There's not much that needs fixin'
I can't quit when I'm addicted
I guess there's no use really ââ¬~cause
ââ¬~Cause there's nothing like a real thing
I guess there's no use really ââ¬~cause
ââ¬~Cause there's nothing like a real thing
- Album:
- BBC Sessions
- Defend Yourself
- Secret (EP)
- Harmacy
- Miscellaneous
- Bubble and Scrape
- Bakesale
- III
- Bubble & Scrape
- Bubble And Scrape (Expanded Edition)
- Bakesale: Deluxe Edition
- The Freed Man
- Uncut: Into Your Arms
- Breathe This Air
- Secret
- The Sebadoh
- Bakesale (Deluxe Edition) [Remastered]
- Weed Forestin
- 2004-05-05: 40 Watt Club, Athens, GA, USA
- Uncut: Eight Miles High: 19 Tracks Inspired by The Byrds