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Wrecking Ball
03:18
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You pull it back, you let it go
Your wrist is flicked and a switch is thrown
If something stood for centuries, why not bring it to its knees?
All of this may as well be two tons of metal: a wrecking ball
You let me go and you left me swinging
If I had known, I would have come out swinging
If I were you, and believed half of what you say you do
I guess I'd start too
I guess I'd start swinging
All of this may as well be two tons of metal: a wrecking ball
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Ric Ocasek's Sons
04:36
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I was the first, the only one
I was Ric Ocasek's son
It got worse, one by one
For all Ric Ocasek's sons
I used to think we were happy
Like any other family
But my earliest memory
Is just of my mommy and me
I was the first, now I'm just one
Just one of Ric Ocasek's sons
Just what I needed, another one
of Ric Ocasek's sons
It was good to be alive
At least until that fateful drive
When it came apart at the seams
What's 35 minus 19?
You might think his presence, never mind the inheritance, would be divided equally.
But that's just not how it would be.
Let's go, I think I'm done
Being Ric Ocasek's son
He thinks that he can drop the "T"
And just as easily drop me
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Light Pollution
03:07
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The sun and moon and stars used to dictate what we could see, but most of the time it was pretty dark.
While no one is exactly sure how fire came to be, eventually we learned to make it start.
Now we take it for granted, but imagine our first reaction!
Just think!
With fire we don't rely on those stupid dots up in the sky!
We make it light whenever we say!
I mean, they're pretty, and I guess they were good, but this is better.
Since then we've invented ways much more sophisticated (filaments and gas in vacuum tubes) to keep the whole wide world constantly illuminated, but some people complain about the view.
They call progress pollution!
Like going back is a solution!
You may want the skies of long ago, me: I prefer the new neon glow.
You can't take no pride in a starry night.
I say sky-scraping office lights are as good, if not better.
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Walking
03:29
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Dodging cracks and floating plastic bags, putting even steps between concrete slabs, while the radio piped in through headphones plays the metronome for the long walk home.
Don't stop pounding pavement, keep walking
Anywhere looks better until you're there, then you go away again.
Driving late on the interstate, the cars changing lanes put on their ballet, while the radio coming through headphones plays the metronome for your long walk home.
Don't stop pounding pavement, keep walking
Anywhere looks better until you're there, then you go away again.
They say home is where the heart is, but I disagree.
They say home is where you hang your hat, which sounds closer to me.
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The Velveteen Rabbit
03:42
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When I was young I couldn't fall asleep unless I had my doll of velveteen.
We tunneled in the yard, played brigands and played ball; until I heard her calling
His ears, stomach, and tail had all been rubbed threadbare, at least that's what they tell me, because I didn't care
When I got sick I had a fever dream that my rabbit was whispering to me.
And in the dream he said if I got well again we'd go out in the garden and play such splendid games that he could hardly wait. I swear that in that moment my fever was broken.
When the doctor said we had to burn the bed, they sent me to the seaside, took everything I had, stuffed it in a bag, put a torch to it and waited until the flames died.
But how could they stand the screams when the fire hit his seams? I can't imagine how they'd feel if they knew he was real.
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No Stranger To Danger
03:33
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As shots fly past his head, our story begins.
Death here or in prison for what they call treason.
Shocked as the blade went in through cloth, lungs, bone, and skin.
As blood pours out he says, "I guess this is the end"
He's no stranger to danger
No, he does this all the time
Didn't even say goodbye
But dig him up and there he lies
What shall we tell his men?
That he fought 'till the end?
Or how he died begging to be allowed to live?
He's no stranger to danger
No, he does this all the time
Didn't even say goodbye
But dig him up and there he lies
All across the floor she swept, and all into her arms they wept
Evil thoughts to her head crept, and its these thoughts that took them while they slept, dreaming.
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