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99
03:30
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I always thought I had a place in your heart
But it seems I'm gonna have to up and wait in line
I'll stand in front of your building with a tag on my shirt
And I'll say, "hey, it's me, girlfriend number ninety-nine."
I'll take a picture in the bathroom by the bar
And I'll tell you that it's just because the lighting looked so fine
Dance all night, I'll pass out on your couch
And you'll toss me your blanket, and you'll say, "stay the night, ninety-nine."
So I'll just hold your hand tomorrow
And I'll just hold you down next year
So I'll just hold my wounds together
And I'll just count the nights you leave
Keep the lights on at night if you need me to
I'll keep a candle on my table just in case
Sleep all day so at night we can stay up late
And I won't leave my socks all over the place
You're the gum on the ground, you're the cut on my face
You're my worst decision--but can I call you mine?
Can I say that I'm someone special, or to you
Will I always just be that number ninety-nine?
Ninety-nine
So I'll just hold your hand tomorrow
And I'll just hold you down next year
So I'll just hold my wounds together
And I'll just count the sweetest tears
I'll turn my head when we fight, I won't raise my voice
I'll pretend that your words don't cut me like a knife
Sleep alone, rip my tag, 'cause you don't come home
Cry myself to sleep and say "it'll all be fine."
Tell me you're seeing her, leave the door unlocked
When I meet her I won't cry
I'll say hi,
"I'm ninety-nine."
Nice to meet you, I'm doing fine
Never a hundred; ninety-nine.
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When I’m near you
There’s so many things I want to say
When I’m older
I know I won’t have to live this way
There’s a hunger
That lives just behind your eyes
And God, do I wish
There was something behind mine
I think I have something inside my bones
That I don’t think the government can control
Head is aching
And my skin is turning black and blue
Can’t stop shaking
But it doesn’t have to do with you
Gonna sleep in
I’ve got nothing else to do all day
When we’re older
We won’t have to live this way
I think I have something inside my bones
That I don’t think the government can control
Oh, oh
Something inside my bones
I don’t think I want to see your face
It just hurts me all the time
You’ve got sunlight shining in your eyes
And I wish that there was something behind mine
Oh, behind mine
I think I have something inside my bones
That I don’t think the government can control
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3. |
Perfect Dad
03:08
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I had a thousand wishes
And you granted them all
Now I’ve got my arms stretched out
and you’ll catch me when I fall
Maybe I do certain things
That I shouldn’t do
But the things that I do right
I do so well because of you
There’s a light at the end of my tunnel
And I’ll be fine
‘Cause I have you
I can’t remember much
But I know what you said to me
When I woke up scared
You said, “oh honey, don’t you see?”
“Like the moon that loves the stars, my angel
I’ll always love you
And I know you’ll make me proud one day
after all, you always do.”
There’s a light at the end of my tunnel
And I’ll be fine
‘Cause I have you
There’s a light at the end of our tunnel, oh yeah
And I’ll be fine
‘Cause I have you
I really should get going, dad
I’ve got lots of things to do
But I’ll be fine
‘Cause I know I’ve got you
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In the pines
In the pines where the sun never shines
You’ll shiver when the cold wind blows
There’s a grave in the pines
Where the sun never shines
There’s a grave that’s shaded with the pines
My true love lies
In a narrow grave
In the pines where the sun never shines
The snow lies deep
On my true love’s grave
In the pines, in the pines, in the pines
We used to sit
And tell of our love
In the pines where the sun never shines
But now she’s gone
Like the turtle dove
In the pines, in the pines, in the pines
That icy grave
That lies on the hill
I know she’s cold up there
I loved her dearer than all this world
For there never was one so fair
I’m an old-time ‘rounder
Who’s done gone down
This life is blank to me
For the only girl I ever loved
Was taken away from me
I have my friends
I have my foes
But life to me is blind
She’s sleeping now in a cold dark grave
In the pines, in the pines, in the pines
I’m going away
But I won’t come back
Gone down some railroad line
But I can’t forget that sweet little girl
Who's asleep in the pines, in the pines.
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I always thought I had a place in your heart
But it seems I'm gonna have to up and wait in line
I'll stand in front of your building with a tag on my shirt
And I'll say, "hey, it's me, girlfriend number ninety-nine."
I'll take a picture in the bathroom by the bar
And I'll tell you that it's just because the lighting looked so fine
Dance all night, I'll pass out on your couch
And you'll toss me your blanket, and you'll say, "stay the night, ninety-nine."
So I'll just hold your hand tomorrow
And I'll just hold you down next year
So I'll just hold my wounds together
And I'll just count the nights you leave
Keep the lights on at night if you need me to
I'll keep a candle on my table just in case
Sleep all day so at night we can stay up late
And I won't leave my socks all over the place
You're the gum on the ground, you're the cut on my face
You're my worst decision--but can I call you mine?
Can I say that I'm someone special, or to you
Will I always just be that number ninety-nine?
Ninety-nine
So I'll just hold your hand tomorrow
And I'll just hold you down next year
So I'll just hold my wounds together
And I'll just count the sweetest tears
I'll turn my head when we fight, I won't raise my voice
I'll pretend that your words don't cut me like a knife
Sleep alone, rip my tag, 'cause you don't come home
Cry myself to sleep and say "it'll all be fine."
Tell me you're seeing her, leave the door unlocked
When I meet her I won't cry
I'll say hi,
"I'm ninety-nine."
Nice to meet you, I'm doing fine
Never a hundred; ninety-nine.
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