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Two Weeks Notice
02:07
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Dear old boss
Let me tell you about the plans I've made
In two weeks time
I'll come in for my last day
No more sitting at my desk
Doing nothing every day
Where new ideas get shot down
While sales are falling to the ground
Don't think that I can take another day
I rather quit and leave than quit and stay
Fuck it, I quit
Take this as my two weeks notice
I hate this shit
Got a new job so don't worry
Dear old me
You deserve much more than this
You went to school
And got good grades so go get paid
No more working for a man
Who still thinks the web's a fad
Keep playing that sad violin
While I leave this sinking ship
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Stayin' Home Tonight
03:29
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It's been a long week
Ain't feeling lonely
But I wanna be alone
When you hit my phone and ask to go for beers
I'll give you the bad news that I am staying here
6 hours of sleep a night are taking their toll
If I don't get some good sleep I might just lose control
Order a pizza and just lie down on the couch
I know that we had plans but I'm not coming out
I'm gonna relax, hang out in my underwear
You can still go to the bar but you won't find me there
Don't have to deal with any assholes
When I'm the king of my own castle
I bought some beer so I won't spend my cash
At shitty bars with grumpy bar staff
I'm staying home tonight, oh yeah
Do you even know how many games and shows
I haven't gotten to, they are collecting dust
We all need nights like this, I'm sure you can relate
I'll dim the lights, lock the doors and masturbate
I know we all wanna feel young and dumb sometimes
But tonight, I gotta draw the line
It's not like I don't think that you're are really fun
But I could really use some fucking time alone
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Platonic
02:41
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It's not a date, it's not a dream
But you're still here alone with me
Away from them on holiday
We both know that we'll be ok
There is no way to make this count
It's too complex to fool around
We won't hold hands, we won't make out
and your boyfriend, he won't find out
It's all platonic innocence
We'll be in love just for the day
We'll fall in love and then we'll fight
Break up by lunch, make up by night
Sit in your car, on my driveway
We won't admit we want to stay
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While Mark just sits at home
wondering what the fuck went wrong
Tom is flying off to space
gonna find an alien race
He's not doing this for fame
This for him is not a game
I'm not sure if I believe
I'll play along for shits and gigs
I'm gonna give the guy a chance
It doesn't make much sense but here I am
I drank the kool-aid and I'm blasting off
Exploring new planets with Tom Delonge
I must admit he gives me crazy vibes
But what if these are not majestic lies?
We'll start a band and play a show in Mars
And blast blink records while on our way back
I must admit he gives me crazy vibes
But what if these are not just 12, just 12, just 12 majestic lies.
It's been a year and here I am
stuck in space with a rock star
Haven't found nothing yet
What's going on in this man's yed?
He keeps on talking about his plans
asked me to take off my pants
Is it a jynx or a bad omen?
Houston, we've got a problem
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