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We do what we have to do, so there’s never anything to say
I’d tell you I’m mad at you, but it doesn’t matter anyway
Eternally defensive you
I’ll perceive you as I do
It doesn’t matter what you say

I don’t know what I want to do, and I feel pretty much burnt out
I wish I was dead like you, but no one wants to buy my life
I can’t exaggerate like you, and I don’t stop to think things through
Yeah, I miss you now, but fuck you

‘Cause you’re no one I could talk to
Without stepping on your nerves
I really don’t feel the differences that slip into my words
It’s too confusing to conceal, and what I want ain't me
I know I’ve always said too much, but my advice is free

But you understand the rest
I’m subject to those needs
Walk those critters then
They’re following each other’s leads

(May you be with you, dragging behind you)

I must say as I walk through here
That I’d rather not be there
I’m happy with what I’ve got, and it’s more than you are anyway
I say that we celebrate the end
And maybe someday you’ll be my friend
There’s some stuff we should talk around that bend

If we bother to carry you around
If we bother to clean up every sound
If we bother to be offended

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from Mark Lint & the Fake Johnson Trio, released May 19, 1999
Mark played bass and Dave Hamilton played drums. Counterpoint harmonies by Alaeatha Carr, Bryan Breaux, and I forget who else comes in at the end. Matt Miller came up with the idea of moving to a different key for the bridge.

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Mark Lint Madison, Wisconsin

Catchy, homespun tunes ranging in style from power pop to folk ballads to alt country, laced with a sense of the absurd.

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