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<pre><font size='+2'>TRACK 11 lyrics THE MATCHES</font><br>wake up and waste a day<br />
<br />
chase away<br />
<br />
a day at a time<br />
<br />
and waste away<br />
<br />
clean-faced today<br />
<br />
clean taste today<br />
<br />
toothpaste makes my<br />
<br />
orange juice taste sour<br />
<br />
waste and hour<br />
<br />
or so<br />
<br />
my shower<br />
<br />
is slow<br />
<br />
the flowers<br />
<br />
that grow <br />
<br />
outside of my window<br />
<br />
are blooming<br />
<br />
I`m assuming <br />
<br />
that you`re coming over soon<br />
<br />
it`s almost half past four<br />
<br />
and you called here at noon<br />
<br />
`cause there`s a picture<br />
<br />
that you wanna see<br />
<br />
now I`m not even good at<br />
<br />
being me<br />
<br />
anymore<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
she got nicotine-basted <br />
<br />
lungs<br />
<br />
wasted thumbs<br />
<br />
and one of them asphalt<br />
<br />
tastin` tongues<br />
<br />
she wakes up<br />
<br />
to alarm<br />
<br />
her make-up<br />
<br />
is still on<br />
<br />
and she can`t remember<br />
<br />
why she set the damn thing<br />
<br />
her heart is a machine<br />
<br />
art is meant to be seen<br />
<br />
not felt<br />
<br />
not heard<br />
<br />
it`s just paint<br />
<br />
they`re just words<br />
<br />
and fingers are for feeling<br />
<br />
fists are for beating <br />
<br />
scabs are for healing<br />
<br />
and blood is for bleeding<br />
<br />
that just how<br />
<br />
I used to be<br />
<br />
but I`m not even good at <br />
<br />
being me<br />
<br />
anymore<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I wake up and waste an hour<br />
<br />
pace and glower<br />
<br />
at the TV set wasting power<br />
<br />
and the aching in my head<br />
<br />
I`m banking in the red<br />
<br />
and compulsively charging cd`s to my account<br />
<br />
so come out<br />
<br />
Virginia<br />
<br />
don`t make me wait<br />
<br />
you Catholic girls start much too late<br />
<br />
now it`s too late<br />
<br />
in the day<br />
<br />
for a matinee<br />
<br />
and I ain`t got the<br />
<br />
money to pay<br />
<br />
for you anyway<br />
<br />
what should I say?<br />
<br />
I know it ain`t how it<br />
<br />
used to be<br />
<br />
but I`m not good<br />
<br />
at being me<br />
<br />
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wake up and waste a day

chase away

a day at a time

and waste away

clean-faced today

clean taste today

toothpaste makes my

orange juice taste sour

waste and hour

or so

my shower

is slow

the flowers

that grow

outside of my window

are blooming

I`m assuming

that you`re coming over soon

it`s almost half past four

and you called here at noon

`cause there`s a picture

that you wanna see

now I`m not even good at

being me

anymore

she got nicotine-basted

lungs

wasted thumbs

and one of them asphalt

tastin` tongues

she wakes up

to alarm

her make-up

is still on

and she can`t remember

why she set the damn thing

her heart is a machine

art is meant to be seen

not felt

not heard

it`s just paint

they`re just words

and fingers are for feeling

fists are for beating

scabs are for healing

and blood is for bleeding

that just how

I used to be

but I`m not even good at

being me

anymore

I wake up and waste an hour

pace and glower

at the TV set wasting power

and the aching in my head

I`m banking in the red

and compulsively charging cd`s to my account

so come out

Virginia

don`t make me wait

you Catholic girls start much too late

now it`s too late

in the day

for a matinee

and I ain`t got the

money to pay

for you anyway

what should I say?

I know it ain`t how it

used to be

but I`m not good

at being me

anymore

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