| Lyrics | Song Title |
| 'I could make a dress, a robe fit for a prince, I could clothe a continent, but I can't sew a stitch...' | |
| 'I am the tower around which you orbited, I am not proud I am just taking orders...' | |
| 'There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch...' | |
| 'He told me that I showed a great potential, that given I turned heads and pages fame would be a piece of cake...' | |
| 'It is a Thursday, I got up early, it is a challenge, I'm usually lazy...' | |
| 'Made of plastic and elastic, he is rugged and long-lasting...' | |
| 'The record goes from blue to gold, so thank you for all your help...' | |
| 'I'm counting back the number of the steps it took for me to get back on the wagon of the weekend...' | |
| 'There's no end to the love you can give when you change your point of view...' | |
| 'I am an anarchist, an antichrist, an asterisk...' | |
| | Lyrics | Song Title |
| 'I've been driving around town, with my head spinning around...' | |
| 'All the cities in the world, and so very little time, and so many different girls, all you have to do is find them...' | |
| 'Hate to break it to you, but it's out of my control, forces go to work while we are sleeping...' | |
| 'Half underwater, I'm half my mother's daughter...' | |
| 'She's the kind of girl who looks for love in all the lonely places...' | |
| 'Downloading doves on your fancy computer, you're shooting for love in the dark...' | |
| 'He's been trying with limited success to get this girl and get into her dress...' | |
| 'You can tell from the scars on my arms and cracks in my hips and the dents in the car and the blisters on my lips...' | |
| 'Nothing is certain at this time of day, you could reverberate, you could decay...' | |
| 'Boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from showing...' | |
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