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Every morning he got up dreading each moment he had to be awake
He’d look at the floor and scribble on gum wrappers
He never found a better way to joke around
The clock would tick, time was slow
There wasn’t anywhere that he wouldn’t go to avoid
Having to see anyone
He’d sit in a chair and lean against the wall
He just didn’t seem to matter much at all
But late at night, he had a savior
In his sleep, in his dreams
She came to him and she said
Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you
And every word that everyone would say
Got mumbled up in his head
Like mumblejumble and everywhere he went
It seemed everyone was saying to him
Blah Blah Blah
But late at night, he had a mistress
In his dreams, in his sleep,
And she would say
Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you
This story, though not well told, is not that old
It’s not that funny, it’s not that great
But I know it to be true
Because late at night, I have an angel
In my dreams, in my sleep
And as she runs her fingers through my hair
As I lay on her lap and she says
Poor you, poor you
No one understands you
Poor you, poor you
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You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
I will find my nitch in your car
With my MP3, DVD, rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam, I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else but you
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
Du, du, du
But you
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Timothy Garrett Malta
Timothy Garrett is a member of Krishna, Cosmicomics and Goldstein and has been releasing solo albums since 2013. Garrett's material leans towards a more experimental nature, constantly in search of some sort of harmony through lengthy drone-based meditations. ... more
Timothy Garrett recommends:
The debut album from an experimental sludge metal band I play guitar in.
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The debut album from an experimental post-metal band I play bass and guitar in.
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