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27s & 10 on 2

from Cream Soda by Rare Candy

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Cigarettes and gasoline on the way to a good friend's house.

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I'm notorious for being bad at taking hints.
Is it time to call it quits?
Who knows, who knows?

It's harmonious, the way you and I got along.
Or so I thought, all I did was prolong the show.
You know.

But I'll continue to write a twangy song about you.
All I had were good intentions, I never wanted to doubt you.

Is there something wrong with my guts or my lack thereof?
You can take my kind words and respectfully shove them,
straight down your throat.
I hope that you choke on the love you thought you'd given somebody else.
I'm far more deserving than he'll ever be, but why've you got a cold shoulder, it's turned towards me.
You're like an icebox in December, on a cold night but whatever.
Why don't you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
You know damn well it's better than nothing at all.
Are all my flowers worth the fall?

It's mysterious, the way you play your little games.
You never seem to act the same from one day to the next.

Am I hearing this correctly? Am I delirious?
From day 1, I'd been fearing this, that even though I gave my best...

That maybe perfect wasn't good enough for royalty.
Maybe convenience means more than patience and loyalty.

Is there something wrong with my guts or my lack thereof?
You can take my kind words and respectfully shove them,
straight down your throat.
I hope that you choke on the love you thought you'd given somebody else.
I'm far more deserving than he'll ever be, but why've you got a cold shoulder, it's turned towards me.
You're like an icebox in December, on a cold night but whatever.
Why don't you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
You know damn well it's better than nothing at all.
Are all my flowers worth the fall?

I broke all ten fingers to treat you like a queen.
And it was obvious you were torn in between...
What you know, what you have, where you've been, what you've seen.
And what we had, what it could've been.
Because baby the grass is so green here on my side.
Over here on my side.

Is there something wrong with my guts or my lack thereof?
You can take my kind words and respectfully shove them,
straight down your throat.
I hope that you choke on the love you thought you'd given somebody else.
I'm far more deserving than he'll ever be, but why've you got a cold shoulder, it's turned towards me.
You're like an icebox in December, on a cold night but whatever.
Why don't you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
You know damn well it's better than nothing at all.
Are all my flowers worth the fall?
Are all the bruises worth the fall?

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from Cream Soda, released February 25, 2017

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