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Don't Do It, Man!
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Don't do it, man
You should give up on that plan
It's getting out of hand
Don't do it, man
Don't do it, man
Give up on that plan
It's getting out of hand
Don't do it, man
I recommend you recuse yourself
I advise you to consider almost anything else
With a modicum of common sense and stealth
To reverse out the door with your unsullied hands, I said
Don't do it, man
Give up on that plan
It's getting out of hand
Why do I have to repeat myself?
I said:
Don't make me repeat myself
Don't make me repeat myself
Don't make me repeat myself
Don't make me repeat myself
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Same Things
03:25
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You’re trying to carve a path to the waiting car
Down the halls that the wait staff knows
Waited for your man now he’s taking charge
And now you’re off before your cover’s blown
Jammed frequency no communication
Copping please to the lesser crimes
Chip away at the known culmination
You only need a little time
Are we looking at the same things?
Keep making something out of nothing
Are we looking at the same things?
It doesn’t seem so
Dodging and weaving with a carnival bark
Pinching tubes at the point of action
C’mon bossa nova let’s gloss it over
Before we get a chance to cut the fraction
There are things that we are accustomed to
But they’re not the same for you
Sound swell from the backing choir
Doesn’t make it true
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Concrete City Baltimore, Maryland
Tim Baier - guitar
Lee Ashlin - drums
Mike Hall - vocals
Elena Fox - bass, vocals
Power pop for a disappointing world.
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