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CMF (Radio Edit)
02:34
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We walked down roads where we'd never been before
And we'd never go again if we could help it
We looked each other directly in the eye
As if to apologize for the 100,000th time
We counted one Mississippi but the girls were so pretty
That we thought we never would go home
We told those crass mother (YEAH!!!)
Not to raise such a ruckus
Running laughing all the way back home
We met in secret under bleachers at the game
Cause the other kids were lame and we could tell that
They didn't care if we never did return
But our parents they were firm
We would have to live and learn
We counted one Mississippi but the girls were so pretty
That we thought we never would go home
We told those crass mother (YEAH!!!)
Not to raise such a ruckus
Running laughing all the way back home
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Epileptic Dance Party
04:51
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We sang our hallelujahs
We closed our eyes
Stared at the television
It's no surprise
We left our bodies floating
Away up high
We all got tunnel vision
It's no surprise
We flick the lights off and on again...
Nothing shakes us
Surrounded and alone
Handcuffed to the phone
An endless stream of information
No one cares to know
Surrounded by the phone
Handcuffed and alone
An endless line of perforation
Infinitely flows
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Put your lips on mine
It feels allright
Swing your hips in time
The planets will align to every little move you make
Align to every little move
So do your best not to make a mistake
Can I back-track?
Can I take back every pretty word I spoke of you
You don't deserve such poetry
And symphonies can not express
What it must be like inside your head
To exist is to be lost in space
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CMF (Album Edit)
02:34
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We walked down roads where we'd never been before
And we'd never go again if we could help it
We looked each other directly in the eye
As if to apologize for the 100,000th time
We counted one Mississippi but the girls were so pretty
That we thought we never would go home
We told those crass mother fuckers
Not to raise such a ruckus
Running laughing all the way back home
We met in secret under bleachers at the game
Cause the other kids were lame and we could tell that
They didn't care if we never did return
But our parents they were firm
We would have to live and learn
We counted one Mississippi but the girls were so pretty
That we thought we never would go home
We told those crass mother fuckers
Not to raise such a ruckus
Running laughing all the way back home
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The Singular Akron, Ohio
The Singular is a band that holds high the value of music as an experience and strives to make a good one for anyone who cares to listen. As a modest four piece rock band they produce a sound that can be described as cavernous and overwhelming. They triumph the art of storytelling through song, and always invite their audience along with them on a musical journey. ... more
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