Kind Of Like Spitting
just broken
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Take me home tonight, halfway there, we'll fight.
I'll be wrong, I'll be wrong.
Take me home tonight. Grab my arm.
From your house, to the car.
While I change your sheets, I'd rather be changing your life.
I change my pants. Preparation to change my residence.
Take me home tonight, halfway there, we'll fight.
I'll be wrong, I'll be wrong.
- Album:
- Professional Results (1999-2014)
- The Thrill Of The Hunt
- Learn: The Songs Of Phil Ochs
- In The Red
- One Hundred Dollar Room
- Bridges Worth Burning
- You Secretly Want Me Dead
- Old Moon In The Arms Of The New
- Nothing Makes Sense Without It
- Miscellaneous
- $100 Room
- Flag: A Hush Records Primer
- Insound Tour Support Series, Volume 14
- Slightest Indication of Change
- Kind of Like Spitting
- Suburban Home Distribution Spring 2002 Sampler
- A Label Sampler
- Less
- Home EP, Volume 1
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 105: September 2002