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[Walking and Talking] Sometimes, you gotta keep talkin' When there's nothing left to talk about Sometimes, you gotta keep walkin' When there's nothing left to walk about You don't have to go home but you can't stay here 'Cause we close at ten o'clock on the weekends But you can't go home cause you live on the shelf Right next to the wheat thins I've got a great idea Let's put on black and white sweaters and Ski masks and take our television set and Run down a crowded city street Yеlling and screaming in harmony We'll probably get shot, but that's okay In sidе to side hospital beds, what a day Ba-ba, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-da, ba-ba-da-ba Ba-da-ba, ba-ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da I've got another idea Let's go to the tattoo parlor And give 'em 50 dollars And ask for a tiny little dot on my arm Call it a freckle and not tell anyone I think the insignificance of permanance is really great I don't have any secrets so I think it is a good one to make [Squares and Lines/I] There's something about the squares and the lines And how they somehow make up a wall There's something I was supposed to say, I think But I can't remember at all The body can only take so much of nothing Before something starts to give The day can only do so much dying Before another starts to live Dear everyone, I love you And I thought that you should know Because I sure would like to meet you Because it's lonely being alone There's something about using five chords To write five hundred songs Boy, that's some kinda book that you got there That'll tell me what's right and what's wrong In black and white television In my basement in 1995 There's something comforting in knowing That the dead can never die Any more than they already have, at least You know it'll never change Because what was and what is and what will be Will always be the same Don't you know you should never worry Just take comfort in this That somewhere there's something And somewhere there's someone Who you'll never know exists Everything that'll make you happy Is just around the bend Which is where it'll always be, my dear boy No one reaches it [Everything Ever Etc] Well, if you're living on the bottom of the ocean You better keep your fingernails clean You say you're living on the top of a mountain Well son, I find that very hard to believe And I would rather you reside deep inside of a body tangerine Where they would find you less than ordinary Rather you reside on the side of an unmarked submarine Where they would find you just a little scary So now you're living on the bottom of the ocean Well son, I hopе you're not living your dreams Well son, you tell mе you're destined for motion But I'm not sure that I know what you mean And I would rather you reside deep inside of a body tangerine Where they would find you less than ordinary Rather you reside on the side of an unmarked submarine Where they would find you just a little scary