| 1. Capistrano - Sorry, I Just Spilled My Future Son All Over Your Face |
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Sing these words like sharp knives. Ask yourself what may become of you. I always knew you'd come first. This never even felt right. Ask yourself...
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| 2. Capistrano - Phonetically Speaking, This Could Be The Best Day Ever (the Happiest Day) |
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"Will: I went on a date last week. Sean: How'd it go? Will: It was good. Sean: Going out again? Will: I don't know. Sean: Why not? Will: Haven't...
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| 3. Capistrano - Best If Used By April 11th, 1988 |
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You were nothing to me in that one waking moment. I realized the good choice would be to leave tonight. Dye your hair. You can't hide who you are....
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| 4. Capistrano - Bill Cosby And His Jell-o Disciples |
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You need to know exactly what you have done. These lights, they will change nothing at all. It still stands in the recesses of your heart. (Girls,...
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| 5. Capistrano - I Wish I Was A School Girl's Bicycle Seat |
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Girls stay away from us. We're breaking hearts all the time. Yes, the cliches are true. Yes, we don't care about this. Yes, I want to be alone. I...
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| 6. Capistrano - Best If Used By 04/11/1988 |
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Telling the truth hurts, but this time it's neutral. You were a mistake and you can taste it. Dye your hair again, you can't hide who you are....
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| 7. Capistrano - Staring Into Your Eyes Would Be A Whole Lot Easier If Streetlights Weren't So Bright |
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Darlin', those spiders in your pockets, don't take away the pain. The spiders (are crawling). I want you to know how much I care about you. I want...
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| 8. Capistrano - The Cult Of The True Woman Redux |
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Part of me is null. Circles, hearts; this is art. This can of lead paint, can paint in one shade. Everything is bleeding. Nobody is watching out for...
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| 9. Capistrano - 30 Hornets Vs. 30,000 Bees |
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I never told you to move like satellites. We only agreed that you'd become them. Imagine you were left alone forever. Doctor, will you please repair...
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| 10. Capistrano - This Breathing Thing Is Getting Old |
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My final request is for passion to stay. I will pretend everything is sufficing. This is one damned cold night. The leaves are even shivering....
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