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Sleater Kinney All Hands On The Bad One

hand of All hands on the bad one, all hands on the bad one We would be no better, we would be no better All hands on the bad one, all hands on the bad

will call the loudest Oh, when you fall You will fall the hardest This could be our very last stand The monitor and the Merrimac Too bad, too bad You

He's got a perfect face Turn away before you go and turn me on I cannot look away I'm stunned it's that je ne sais quoi, uh huh He talks to me in my

And then one fine morning (And what you want) She woke, she knew (You might never have) One long look at her life (Would you wait for it) It was you (

Are you getting closer and, you know you're the one? They will never understand, how washed up you feel on land The sport light of the sun, it shines on

you feel alive At the end of it? When you play it back to me Feels more like a parody Now it's all I will ever be Now it's all I will ever be I really

polish everything except for the mark on you Come be the first in line To shake the hand of mine (They call you out and up) All Hands on the Bad One

now i'm spending all my days at girlpower.com Trying to buy back a little piece of me (Everywhere you go they say "Hello, weren't you the one that sold

stand still? What would you pay to make the hate go away? Why battle-cry dry your eyes no one can hear you Once iron made heart or spadeno one can steal