Lyrics:
through boxes and boxes
Trying to rid you from my system
Well, I should've know when
That lump came in my throat
That you'd be staying for a while
And that
unscripted, now we do what we want (like ahah)
Stuff us in boxes that's where you want us
Cardboard is boring, we brought our matches
Stuff us in boxes
One, two, three
I found boxes of first CDs tryin' to get my office clean
Took ten years of folks givin' them to me 'til I sat down
And I saw
had a good time
Bye, baby, I know you won't mind
Got them all collected in these boxes
Underneath my bed, my bed
Here I am, still lonely with
style
Fight them, boxes, I was ready, he thought he was rolling loud
Diamonds all up on my wrist, hold up, my fist might roll the loud
Four choppers,
head up in the clouds
Airheads, living out the dream
in glossy magazines for girls and boys
Airheads, nothing in between
empty boxes making lots
All the presents are just boxes with no one to give them to
'Cause Christmas isn't Christmas if it's not with you
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh,
to exercise our prize
If you gon' presume based on physical you bout to see
The illest gifts don’t fit in boxes easily
Don’t let your eyes play tricks on you
the boxes
Underneath my bed
These are the letters
The ones I'll never send
The ones still living in the boxes
Underneath my bed
These are the letters
The ones
Du seille-o, du seille-o, du seille-o
Du seille-o
C'est tout c'qu'il me faut kho
Des années, des années
Des années que j'les boxe
Comme Hajime no
o meu pal nao luta boxe
o meu pal nao luta boxe
o meu pal nao luta boxe
o meu pal nao luta boxe
help?
Disgusting human boxes
Someone's hand given them to retirement
It's easy to get rid of something
That you don't want
But they await your help
half painted walls,
cnd half of your boxes are stacked in the hall
cnd I can't move on. I can't move on.
Cause half of my heart is still living here,
In a pickup truck we bought in 1962
And paid each month till it belonged to me and you
The cardboard boxes in the back hold everything we own
Things
keep you thin,
Now New York is simply ducky,
Give it back to the Indians!
Take all the reds, on the boxes made for soap
Whites on Fifth Avenue
fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly fin'lly (got a job)
Sha na na na, sha na na na na
(He says to me)
Get the boxes, take 'em to the basement
Do
A beggar me, a count of empty boxes
That is all I own in this world
Oh Diana, sweet Diana
To flirt and fling a young girl dressed in ribbons
a hound
For the graveyard
Thirty boxes made of bone
For the graveyard
Thirty boxes made of bone
Oh, mister undertaker, yeah
Take this coffin from
a hound
For the graveyard
Thirty boxes made of bone
For the graveyard
Thirty boxes made of bone
Oh, mister undertaker, yeah
Take this coffin from
become your own, you
Become your own you?
Or are you just a shadow of something more?
We are chinese boxes
Equal parts present and past
Where do I begin
Why don't you strap on this here bunch
Of cardboard boxes, daddy-o?
Joy of my desiring
You'll certainly look suave and get me hot
Hot, hot, get
Somewhere a red-eyes waitress glances at another movie magazine
Down on the corner there's a grocery boy stuffin' boxes fulla hungry dreams
to California our house was full
Of boxes and there was a you-Haul truck in our driveway.
My friend comes over and says, "Hey, You moving?"
"Nope."
"We
years and down his lonely face came the tears
His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes
The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime
The floor
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