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This page features "10 Days Late" "Semi-Charmed Life" "Jumper" "Graduate" "How's it Gonna Be?" "Anything" and "Never Let You Go"

"10 Days Late"

Click your heels and feel you come for me
Carefree, she's got something big to tell me
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean

There's no simple way to let you know
Funny, how she always cried out daddy
I got a big surprise

She said, "I'm in trouble now and it cannot wait"
She's 10 days late
And boy, your life got complicated
Well I can't wait to see this through
She's 10 days late
10 days late

Low ride bicycles go cruising by
I laugh, I don't even know why
Talk back at the ocean

Consequence and ozone catch a glow
Oh no baby, oh no no

Give me a minute now to figure out my state
Oh I know, she's 10 days late
And I don't know where to take it
But it's still great knowing you
She's 10 days late
10 days late
Uh!

Time has come for you to choose
Baby daddy, keep your boo
Many blessings come to you
Baby daddy, keep your boo
Baby daddy, keep your boo
Baby daddy, keep your boo

Your eyes look to me for what to do
I can't lie, I don't know
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean

No one's laughing now, what do I say?
You walk away, but oh no don't go
At the ocean, talk back at the ocean

Give me a minute now to figure out my state
She's 10 days late
And I'm never going to fade it
I guess I'll always be knowing you
Knowing you
Knowing you

Crawl up...

"Semi-charmed Life"

I'm packed and I'm holding, I'm smiling, she's living. She's golden and she lives for me. She says she lives for me, ovation, she's got her own motivation. She comes round and she goes down on me. And I make her smile, it's like a drug for you. Do ever what you want to do, coming over you. Keep on smiling, what we go through. One stop to the rhythm that divides you. And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse, chop another line like a coda with a curse. And I come on like a freak show takes the stage. We give them the games we play, she said,

CHORUS: I want something else, to get me through this, semi-charmed kind of life. Baby, baby, I want something else. I'm not listening when you say, good-bye.

The sky it was gold, it was rose, I was taking sips of it through my nose. And I wish I could get back there, some place back there. Smiling in the pictures you would take, doing crystal myth. Will lift you up until you break, it won't stop, I won't come down, I keep stock. With a tick tock rhythm and a bump for the drop, and then I bumped up. I took the hit I was given, then I bumped again, and then I bumped again. How do I get back there to, the place where I fell asleep inside you? How do I get myself back to,
the place where you said,

CHORUS

I believe in the sand beneath my toes, the beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling.
I believe in the faith that grows, and the four right chords can make me cry. When I'm with you I feel like I could die. And that would be all right, all right.

When the plane came in, she said she was crashing. The velvet it rips, in the city we tripped. On the urge to feel alive, but now I'm struggling to survive. The days you were wearing, that velvet dress. You're the priestess, I must confess, those little red panties, they pass the test. Slide up around the belly, face down on the mattress.

One, now you hold me, and we're broken. Still it's all that I want to do. Feel myself with a head made of the ground, I'm scared but I'm not coming down. And I won't run for my life, she's got her jaws just locked now in smile but nothing is all right. All right.

CHORUS

"Jumper"

CHORUS: I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend. You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in. And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand. I would understand.

The angry boy, a bit too insane. Icing over a secret pain, you know you don't belong.
You're the first to fight, you're way too loud. You're the flash of light, on a burial shroud. I know something's wrong. Well everyone I know has got a reason, to say, put the past away.

CHORUS

Well he's on the table, and he's gone to code. And I do not think anyone knows, what they are doing here. And your friends have left, you've been dismissed. I never thought it would come to this. And I, I want you to know. Everyone's got to face down the demons.
Maybe today, we can put the past away.

CHORUS

Can you put the past away? I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
I would understand . . .

"Graduate"

Can I Graduate? Can I look into the faces that I meet, can I get my punk-*** off the street? I've been living on for so long.

Can I Graduate?

To the ******* talking down to me, your whipping boy calamity. Cross your fingers, I'm going to knock it all down.

Can I Graduate?

Echo fading, we can't let go. She goes walking by in slow mo'. Sell your heart out for a buck. Go on, fade out, before I get stuck.

Talking to somebody like you, do you live the days you go through? Will this song live on long after we do?

Can I Graduate?

Can I look into the faces that I meet, can I get my punk-*** off the street? Won't die on the vine I want to knock it all down.

Can I Graduate?

Echo fading, candle blow. Did you flash out long ago? Cross my fingers, I don't know someone poked you down below.

Can I Graduate?

Can I get my punk-ass off the street, can I look into the faces that I meet. I'm not waiting here for you to die, will this song live on long after we do?

"How's It Gonna Be?

I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore. Before you take a swing, I wonder, what are we fighting for? When I say out loud, I want to get out of this. I wonder,
is there anything I'm going to miss?

How's it going to be, when you don't know me? How's it going to be, when you're sure I'm not there? How's it going to be, when there is no one there to talk to about? How it's going to be, 'Cause I don't care. How's it going to be?

Where we used to laugh, there's a shouting match. Sharp as a thumbnail scratch.
A silence I can't ignore, like the hammocks and the doorways we spent time in, Swing empty. Don't see lightning, like last fall when it was always about to hit me. I guess that is how it's going to be. Want to get back in again, the soft dive of oblivion.

"Anything"

Anything for you, turn my castles blue. I'd turn my bones to sand. Just to see you.

I'll give you anything. I'll give you anything. I'll give you anything.

Jackie-O with the top down open. All the words to the world soft-spoken. I'd put together everything that's broken. Just to see you.

I'll give you anything. I'll give you anything. I'll give you anything.

Jackie-O with the top down open. A king's horse for what's been broken. I'd bring back even what's unspoken. Just to see you.

I'll give you anything. I'll give you anything. I'll give you anything.

"Never Let You Go"

Whoo!

There's every good reason for letting you go. She's sneaky and smoked out. And it's starting to show.

I never let you go. I never let you go. I never let you go. I never let you . . .

Turn around your back on each other. That's a good idea. Break a promise to your mother.
Turn around your back on each other.

You said that I changed. Well maybe I did. But even if I changed. What's wrong with it?

I never let you go. I never let you go. I never let you go. I never let you . . .

Turn around your back on each other. That's a good idea. Break a promise to your mother.
Turn around your back on each other.

And all our friends are gone, are gone. And all the time moves on and on. And all I know is it's wrong, it's wrong. And all I know is it's wrong, it's wrong.

If there's a reason. It's lost on me. Maybe we'll be friends. I guess we'll see.

I never let you go. I never let you go. I never let you go. I never let you go.

Turn around your back on each other. That's a good idea. Break a promise to your mother.
Turn around your back on each other. Let's turn on each other. Good idea, break a promise to your mother.

Turn around your back on each other. That's a good idea. Break a promise to your mother.
Turn around your back on each other. What a good idea.

I remember the stupid things. The mood rings, the bracelets and the beads. The nickels and dimes, yours and mine. Did you cash in all your dreams? You don't dream for me, no.
You don't dream for me, no. But I still feel you pulsing like a sonar. From the days in the waves. That girl is like a sunburn I would like to save. That girl is like a sunburn I would like to save. She's like a sunburn. She's like a sunburn.