"Separate Vacations" as written by and Craig Finn Tad Jason Kubler....
surrounded in a car park in Hostile, Massachusetts
waiting on your savior, listening to music

all this gun talk is making me itchy
these guys with no shirts, they're making me sweat it
it's been getting kind of hectic

you're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air
so faithful and pure that you're not even there
you're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
this is the cross that we carry

met some blue blood dude
down by the harbor
he called me his brother
he tried to sell me his daughter

these east coast kids are such tricky talkers
got conned by a cop up in Boston Common
oh the lipstick, oh the mascara

we're dried up like blood
and we're stuck to the ground
that's how we know
we'll be sticking around
we're tied up like kites
but we drift into trouble
there will be nights when we suffer
such is our struggle

Via Dolorosa
it started with mimosas
it ended with relations
Mr. Minnesota
stuck her between stations
walked her through the passion
went back to his cabin

you're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
so faithful and pure that you're not even there
you're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
so faithful and pure that you're not even there
you're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
your friends think you settled, you're scared that they're right
you're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
your friends think you're settled
now you're taking separate vacations
now you're taking separate vacations
now you're taking separate vacations


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    General CommentIt's "Boston Common" where the ???'s are. Or "Commons".
    antisinecuriston November 19, 2009   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionNo, it's not.

    And the line is "It started with mimosas" not "It started with the most us."
    truthbealiaron March 09, 2010   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionSurrounded in a car park in Hostile, Massachusetts
    Waiting on your savior, listening to music
    All this dark talk is making me itchy
    These guys with no shirts are making me sweat it
    And it's been getting kind of hectic

    You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
    So faithful and pure that you're not even there
    You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
    This is the cross that we carry

    Met some blue blood dude down at the harbor
    He called me his brother, he tried to sell me his daughter
    These east coast kids are such tricky talkers
    Got caught by a cop up in Boston Common
    Oh the lipstick, oh the mascara

    We're dried up like blood and we're stuck to the ground
    That's how we know we'll be sticking around
    We're tied up like kites but we drift into trouble
    There will nights when we suffer
    Such is our struggle

    Via Dolorosa
    It started with mimosas
    It ended with relations
    Mr. Minnesota
    Stuck her between stations
    Watched her through the passion
    And went back to his cabin

    You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air
    So faithful and pure that you're not even there
    You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air
    So faithful and pure that you're not even there
    You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
    Your friends think you're settled; you're scared that they're right
    You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
    Your friends think you're settled, and now you're taking separate vacations
    Now you're taking separate vacations
    Now you're taking separate vacations
    bitta2sweeton May 09, 2011   Link

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