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Regina Spektor Songs

We keep on burying our dead We keep on planting their bones in the ground But they won't grow, the sun doesn't help The rain doesn't help If my garden

town it's another world, Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid And the lawns are mowed. Whad'ya think? All the gravediggers were gone? Just cause one song

Down in Paris they lose their ballas and their lipdamales in the night And stumbling through the street they say, Sir do you have a light? And if you

I'm the king's thirty second son Born to him in thirty seconds time Born to him the night still young Born to him with two eyebrows on And that's all

Walking home from work Stop at the supermarket, condemement aisle A jar of pickles catches the eye Make eye contact with a solitary pickle Bought the

: You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go Your hair was long when we first met Samson

: On the day that daniel Cowman stopped existing The world should've ended right then and there At precisely four-fifteen when he stopped existing

: All of the prisoners serving life sentences Wait for the earth to suddenly shake For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling and

: Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-p-pate... Pu-pupate, pu pate, Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate? I should peddle butterflies There's a shortage in