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Mountain Goats The Ghana

tell me why. tell me why. tell me why you lied. that was not a nice thing to do. not a nice thing to do. it wasn't very nice of you. not a nice thing

i saw you on tv doing a bad imitation of van morrison and i saw you on tv doing a bad imitation of a second rate songwriter from the eighties named morrissey

i remember the sound of your voice but none of what you said. i remember the burning in my body and the buzzing in my head. and i do remember your voice

your bright eyes render all discussion pointless your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure i look at you and i know that the house will come down because

I saw the last of the brightly colored birds check out of maine for the other world. and you ask me how much longer we have to stay here. but I'm

You and me are in a lot of trouble And somebody's gonna burst our bubble Your husband My wife My marriage Your life Let's go to Maine out on the East

you must try to lead a good life you must do unto others as you would have them do so that when you die you'll find golden boy peanuts waiting in the

i had to stop and catch my breath when the telephone rang out as loud as death it was three in the morning there was a low drone of katydids behind your

they wanted me to be a lawyer. they wanted me to work in a machine shop. they wanted me to be a designer, but I came out on top. I'm a fire-man.