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The Hold Steady
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Stuck Between Stations
Lyricist:Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right Boys and girls in America they have such a sad time together
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations Making sure their makeup's straight Crushing one another with colossal expectations Dependent, undisciplined and sleeping late
She was a really cool kisser And she wasn't all that strict of a Christian She was a damn good dancer But she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
She likes the warm feeling But she's tired of all the dehydration Most nights are crystal clear But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations on the radio
The devil and John Berryman, they took a walk together And they ended up on Washington talking to the river He said, ‽I've surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers But big heads with soft bodies make for lousy loversâ€
There was that night that we thought that John Berryman could fly But he didn't so he died She said, ‽You're pretty good with words but words won't save your life†And they didn't so he died
And he was drunk and exhausted But he was critically acclaimed and respected He loved the Golden Gophers But he hated all the drawn out winters Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
He likes the warm feeling But he's tired of all the dehydration And most nights were kind of fuzzy But that last night he had total retention
Well, these Twin Cities kisses, they sound like clicks and hisses We all come down and drown in the Mississippi river
We drink and we dry up And now we crumble into dust We get wet, we corrode And now we're covered up in rust
We drink and we dry up And now we crumble into dust We get wet, we corrode And now we're covered up in rust
She was a really cool kisser And she wasn't all that strict of a Christian She was a damn good dancer But she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
He likes the warm feeling But he's tired of all the dehydration Most nights are crystal clear But tonight it's like it's stuck between stations
Well, these Twin Cities kisses, they sound like clicks and hisses We all come down and drown
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