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Letras: Cup Of Sand


01. The Majestic
02. Reg performed
03. Her Royal Fisticuffs
04. The Mine Has Been Returned to Its Original
05. A Small Definition
06. Dance Lessons
07. Basement Life
08. Still Feed Myself
09. Fader Rules
10. Never Too Young to Smoke
11. Detroit Has a Skyline [Acoustic]
12. Does Your Hometown Care?
13. Beat My Guest
14. With Bells On
15. Clover
16. Sexy Ankles
17. White Noise
18. Thin Air
19. Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)
20. 1,000 Pounds (Duck Kee Style)
21. The Lenth of las Ramblas
22. Becoming a Speck
23. The Hot Break
24. A Collection of Accounts
25. Blending In

A Small Definition

You didn't leave much space
At the bottom of the page
There's room for four words, maybe three
And you write, "Nothing can hurt me"

You're always "systems go" unless
Some little bird stops the press
Some things are flexable but true
And that doesn't work for you

Well the things to you that matter
You could hang around the neck
Of the drunk and helpless dancer
Just to keep those moves in check

You want the rock that breaks your back
To be polished and without cracks
You want a love to save your life
But of a certain shape and size

Oooh
That's a small definition


Her Royal Fisticuffs

Have you been caught inside the wall
With all your fingers bleeding?
Pulling roses from the garden without asking
Pissing down the etiquette book
Well I just had to take a look
You thought you'd sweet talk your way out of this one

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Her royal fisticuffs
Oh man don't take her on
Just when you think you're tough
a (host?) of killer puppies and swans ?
This may be a joke
but it may be a ride you're already on

Just when it looked as if your ship would finally land
She caught you with your teeth in the heel of your hand
You thought your jokes were pretty rich
And now you're running from the switch
She's swinging through the air behind you

Chorus

You have your hands over your ears but I think you really hear
You have your hands over your ears but I really think you hear
You pretend not to speak but your lips just sprung a leak


The Mine Has Been Returned To Its Original Owner

Years ago it was conceived
Next in line, lucky to receive
A resource that the owners found
In this case sunk to the ground

A secret son, it was not recognized
From photos though, you see it in his eyes
Held it deep must of held it tight
A general store buzzing like a hive

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They shoot at the mines we dug
And they just run out
And i'm having trouble following
It was him
It was him
The sneakking bastard found us out
And he's standing here hollering,
"This is mine, this is all mined"
"And has been all along"
"I've been waiting in the nursery"
Now shooting the mines we dug
We're leaving the richest veins
Well, I'm packing (&happy?)
And I'm leaving him everything

Sometimes his work takes him away
Leaves her alone, well in a way
Cuttings and flowers piled on the steps
Hands in the dirt with no regrets
A secret son was not recognized
They dug the ditch, he's melting down the prize

Chorus