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Paul Westerberg Besterberg Best Of Paul Westerberg

The good times hide and so do I Out of my control I dig a hole I'm gonna let the bad times roll I'm gonna let the bad times roll If that's all the time

Get up from a dream and I look for rain Take an amphetamine and a crushed rat brain How am I feelin', better I suppose How am I lookin', I don't want

I stay in every night of the week They try but I won't speak To be my friends You'll see me once I'm on the mend Oh, man once around the weekend Oh,

Men without ties don't dress for dinner It's Friday night frozen pizza thing Don't want no wife or no beginner Friday night frozen, pizza king Everything

Things I wanna tell you How you make me feel How you look to me And how good it feels Things I don't wanna tell you Every little thing's all right What

He gets up in the darkness And he calls out, "Where am I?" He looks down from the heavens And he's tired of the sky Five hundred lonely years ago He

Well, you shoot me glances And they're so hard to read I misconstrue what you mean Slip me a napkin and now that you start Is this your name or a doctor

It's high time That I let you slide I know it's kind of low But to me, it's high time It's high time That I let you slide I know it's kind of low But

You don't blow like the breeze, you were born to be You die down in the trees and try and hide Will you witness the dark, all you need is a spark A cathedral