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Kevin's Road
02:49
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(Here he comes now!
Look cool and slouch
No wait, straighten up
Straighten yourself out)
Kevin knows he'll sleep well this evening
Got the pair of boots he's been needing
He knows the all girls will notice and the boys will be jealous
Kevin's on the road. on the road to success
Reads all the books all the indie actors read
Smokes the right brand of cigarettes, no toxins in his nicotine
Everyone in town knows Kevin buys the best
Kevin's on the road. The road to success.
(Here he comes now!
Look cool and slouch
No wait, straighten up
Straighten yourself out)
One thing we know
We can trust the best
And Kevin's on the road, the road to success!
Grad school at Parsons
Undergrad at NYU
He's not a slob, a slob like you
Kevin only buys the best,
Take his word, he's on the road to success
At night goes to concerts, in the morning art shows
Yesterday pierced his ear, tomorrow its his nose
Everybody knows. Life's a game of chess
And Kevin's on the road. The road to success!
Doesn't like Picasso, Matisse did it first
Reads all French Poetry, romantically submersed
Trained his mind in forward thinking, never gets depressed
Kevin's on the road. On the road to success.
(Here he comes now!
Look cool and slouch
No wait, straighten up
Straighten yourself out)
There's one thing we can trust.
Kevin does it best
Kevin's on the road. On the road to success.
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Fallen Geraniums
03:11
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I was stuck somewhere downtown in this city
Think I lost everything but my name
From the outside the damned they look so pretty
Step a little closer. They're all insane
Hand crafted in Paris. This life is so palmy
Point the finger, there's always someone to blame
Ignore the signs so nothing is alarming
Fear of missing out so everyone plays the game
The world's eye is watching
The world's eye never sees anything
I don't think my generation is all too different
Trying to prove its earned it's age
Rushing off to prove it's not so innocent
So self aware when the world's it's stage
I take it slow, I cannot help it
It takes a while, even though I love the change
You play your cards, doesn't matter who dealt them
You better play em, you'll be played all the same
The world's eye is always watching
The world's eye never sees anything
The geranium's fallen out on the sidewalk
So the world suddenly thinks it can't see
The world's eye's always watching
The world's eye never sees anything
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The lights from the Goethals Bridge
Another day I couldn't win
The harder you work the luckier you get
Oh, say, Carolina,
Just been months, feels like a while
I'll be back soon so don't forget.
And the places I have been
In my mind go back again
I'm working hard, I don't like to bet
Sing your song
Or play the game
Things never turn out the same
You gotta get up just to get along
Sing your song
Or play the game
Things never turn out the same
You gotta get up just to get along
I was punched right in the gut
By my dream, if I must
I have the nerve so I'll dream again tonight
I'll lay out all my plans
Even though they'll never stand
I'll show up and give it what I've got
No one's born very tough
The wise ones don't believe in luck
Sticking around, it's always worth a shot
Sing your song
Or play the game
Things never turn out the same
You gotta get up just to get along
Sing your song
Or play the game
Things never turn out the same
You gotta get up just to get along
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