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Strokes First Impressions Of Earth

I think I know what you mean, but watch what you say 'Cause they'll be trying to knock you down in some way Sometimes it feels like the world is falling

Oh with strangers to impress so near Old friends don't realize I'm here I wish two drinks were always in me I pretend I had the perfect ear Take me to

re no fun, you're no fun I guess everybody's week must have been pretty rough 'Cause everybody is drunk, loud and pissed off I know you hate to be impressed

They love you or they hate you But they will never let you be They'll thrill you or sedate you But they will never let you see In the evening sun In

want trouble, well we might get some We might get some, it's troublesome But don't you worry, you can't help me Killing lies Killing lies Killing lies Killing lies First

Some people think they're always right Others are quiet and uptight Others, they seem so very nice, nice, nice, nice, oh Inside they might feel sad and

Oh, razorblade, that's what I call love I bet you'd pick it up and mess around with it If I put it down, it gets extremely complicated Anything to forget

: Well I don't feel better When I'm fucking around And I don't write better When I'm stuck in the ground So don't teach me a lesson Cause I've already

: I'm tired of everyone I know Of everyone I see On the street And on TV, yeah On the other side On the other side Nobody's waiting for me On the other