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Fingers
Your index finger is good for showing people where things are at.
Your pinkie you hold out to show your class.
Your ring finger tells us if you're single or if you're married,
and your thumb is needed when objects must be carried.

But save your middle finger for the man.
Always save your middle finger for the man.
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Happy
And I'm happy. At least, that's what they tell me -- would they have any reason to lie? At least I don't want to die anymore.

Happier than I've ever been before: Lying curled up on the floor, refusing to answer the door. I'm not the occupant they’re looking for; he doesn't live here anymore.

And I'm happy. At least, that's what they tell me. All I know is I'm not looking over my shoulder. All I know is that I wouldn't mind getting one day older.

Sitting propped up against the wall. Don't ever touch the phone when they call. There's usually no one there at all -- just the remnants of their laughter that echo down the hall.

And I'm happy. At least, that's what they tell me -- would they have any reason to lie? At least I don't want to die anymore. Happier than I've ever been before.
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Let Me Wear Your Ring
We've been best friends for as long as I can remember. We shared our secrets, we shared everything. But the person that I cherished most you stole from me. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride, never a bride.

Won't you let me wear your ring? I promise I'll only keep it a minute.
Won't you let me eat your cake? I promise I won't spit in it.
I hope this is the happiest day of your life – oh yes – I hope it's all downhill from here.

I'm so sorry I didn't get you a present; I figured you already took what you wanted. We've shared so many secrets I thought you'd like to know: I've done him on your bed before.

Won't you let me wear your ring? I promise I'll only keep it a minute.
Won't you let me wear your dress? Are you sure that white's appropriate?
I hope this is the happiest day of your life – oh yes – I hope it's all downhill from here.
Straight down.
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Me and the Pedestal
The precise moment I put you on the pedestal was when you told me that you thought Dave Matthews sucked. And I apologize if this wasn’t what you had in mind -- once I get started, it’s tough to shut me off.

You stayed up there for just a day or two 'til you decided you did not like heights at all. You climbed down on your own and walked away leaving me here. Here with the pedestal.

Me and the pedestal, the pedestal and I. Looks like it’s just the two of us until the day I die. And people may point and laugh and they may call me names -- I don’t care. Without you it’s all the same.

Every day now I sit here with the pedestal and we reminisce about how things were then and how it felt to have you standing on top of us and what we wouldn’t do to have that back again.

Me and the pedestal, the pedestal and I. It’s the only thing you left to remember you by. There’s reasons not to finish things and reasons not to start, and by now I know them all by heart.

Me and the pedestal, the pedestal and I. Looks like it’s just the two of us until the day I die. Some days feel like clarity, some days feel like shame -- I don’t care. Without you they’re all the same.
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Or the next day, at the latest
Tune up, move out, according to schedule
Every day I go for a walk in the park
Every day I say I won't play Sin City
But every day I'm back before it gets dark

And look at me: I'm barely standing
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 -- face down on the floor
And every day I say:
"Tomorrow will be the day
that I won't do what they tell me anymore."

Living here is like spending a night at the opera:
It's not over 'til we see what the fat man brings
Every day I say I'll never be like him
But every day I want a few more of his things

And look at me: I'm barely standing
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 -- face down on the floor
And every day I say:
"Tomorrow will be the day
that I won’t do what they tell me anymore."

And look at me: I'm barely walking
I can move just well enough to toe the line
And every day I say:
"Tomorrow will be the day
that I finally make my life completely mine."

And look at me: I'm barely standing...
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Postcard
When you left behind everything that you did not need, I said, "You've got a hole in your heart." You said, "Let it bleed. Let it bleed."
I saw you to the bus station, and with a blessing and a curse I sent you on your way. I wish you well; I've wished you worse.
I will send you a postcard: "Wish I was there."
Do you ever think of me? And do you ever feel regretful? I know I do; I've found that absence makes the heart grow forgetful.
I will send you a postcard: "Wish I was there."
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Too Late to Sleep
It's too late now, too late to sleep. I spent the whole night counting sheep. Close the curtains and pin them shut, it's too early to see the sun. But it's too late, too late to sleep.
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Turn Off the Eyeball
I don't want another retinal scan!
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When you were here I was so green. When you left I was so blue
Now you're back to watch me come unglued
There's just the three of us: just me myself and you
Still I'm outvoted two to one

Sweet sixteen came and went. It left me just a little bent
High school convinced me that there's nothing worse
Ten years later I've been caught rethinking everything I thought
And don't think that you had nothing to do with that

Remember the day you cut your foot? Broken glass was on the floor
and splinters of wood from where we forced the door
If my keys weren't locked inside I never would've opened so much more
Those keys I should’ve thrown away

Hey. Hello. Hello again. How are you?
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When My Baby Was Mine
Oh, here I go again: I’ve told this story before
And every time I convince myself I won’t have to tell it anymore
It started out as a comedy, we were laughing all the time
Everything was copasetic when my baby was mine

I know it all by heart, every chapter and verse
And every time I tell the tale, the ending gets worse and worse
It turned into a tragedy, everything was saturnine
Now all I do is think about when my baby was mine

I am no William Shakespeare -- I only read what’s written here
The Book of Love’s not small and I’m only a footnote after all

And now my story’s done, it’s time to write the last line
I never thought it would come to this when my baby was mine
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When We Were Small
This is the story of how we got so big, filled up with everything we wish we did. Can we make summer last? Oh, you know I would -- I would -- but if I can’t, I’d rather nobody could.

Tell us a story of when we were still small -- we haven’t yet memorized them all.

This is the story of where do we go from here? The path from that sunny patch was so clear, with Christmas lights strung along a chain-link fence -- we saved the bulbs but not the incandescence.

We grow into our bodies bit by bit. When we were small our hearts could not quite fit.
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