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I can't really talk to you, because you're not a woman
Rather, I can't talk at you out loud to myself as I do
But standing at this distance, I'd like to understand
I didn't know it meant that much to you

Yeah, I know I'm arrogant as hell at some points
But it's empty - just a way of dealing with myself and things
And you know how easy it is to be kind of a bastard
You obviously need the defense

You rip me, for doing what sustains you
You rip my sentimentality, and I find this bloody mess
You don't care what we're doing here, but you dote like hell on what we've done

If it's just because you feel inept, I can't but think that you have cause
But I didn't know it meant that much to you ...closed the piano on your paws
'Cause I was done using it And I was done using you
You rip me - I take that crap too.

Am I trying to apologize or rip back?
Neither seems necessary, and I don't know which I want
Standing at this distance, I hardly give a damn
But I didn't know it meant that much to you

If it's just because you feel inept, I can't but think that you have cause
But I didn't know it meant that much to you ...Didn't get you much applause
And now it's done using you... Now I'm done using you
You rip me

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from So Whaddaya Think?, released November 14, 2002
Featuring Mike McPherson on trumpet, Brian Drake on harmonica, Tony Ginko on vibraphone, and Mark playing John's piano at the end

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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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