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We spend all our time side by side
going nowhere, it's really something
getting busy, doing nothing
we spend all our time running for our lives
going nowhere, it's really something
getting dizzy, doing nothing

Talk to me

Every morning as i go walking by
i feel you looking
that's why i take my time
I can see
what you wanna do to me
you can feel it, something's gonna break
well i'm in if you're in
let's make a big mistake

Talk to me, why won't you talk to me?
can't you see
I'm burning up when you look like that
and i'm looking right back
why don't you talk to me?
walk with me baby

50 ways to say goodbye

My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
You said it's meant to be
That it's not you, it's me
You're leaving now for my own good

That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

He went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
He met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught him
I returned everything I ever bought him
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died...

He was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
He dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died

My interpretation

You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our heads.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't make sense.

Do me a favour...

Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's these times that it tends,
The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
hold on to your heart.

Do me a favour, break my nose!
Do me a favour, tell me to go away!
Do me a favour, stop asking questions!

He walked away, well his shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till he was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.