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Be Three Years Old Lyrics
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down at the bottom of the stairs
He said, "There's something that I need to tell you,
Something I need to tell you now that I've
Found you in this gift shop garbage can.
I never thought you'd be here this long."
We'd hop into the giraffe's spilled milk in our living room
And from a little cavern formed a merry yellow tavern
Watch the weekends collapse
While all along we could have just simmered in the sauce pan
So that we could push the skin at our words
Yes, we'd pull at them like some stupid thing
The last I heard, the last I heard around the corner
The last I heard, the last I heard, I was yelling
Be three years old, I dare you!
Let's call out this faulted pretty garment for what it is
Shouted all the names that we know
And hope that one of them lands correctly
On and on
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down at the bottom of the stairs
He said, "There's something that I need to tell you,
Something I need to tell you now that I've
Found out if I ever really cared.
I never should have been here this long. I never should have."
All the kisses on the bleating horses
Biggest rooms in the smallest houses
And on and on, and on and on
That God was panting down
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down at the bottom of the stairs
He said, "There's something that I need to tell you,
Something I need to tell you now that I've
Found you in this gift shop garbage can.
I never thought you'd be here this long."
And from a little cavern formed a merry yellow tavern
Watch the weekends collapse
So that we could push the skin at our words
Yes, we'd pull at them like some stupid thing
The last I heard, the last I heard, I was yelling
Be three years old, I dare you!
Let's call out this faulted pretty garment for what it is
Shouted all the names that we know
And hope that one of them lands correctly
On and on
That God was panting down
When I heard you, I could have sworn
That God was panting down at the bottom of the stairs
He said, "There's something that I need to tell you,
Something I need to tell you now that I've
Found out if I ever really cared.
I never should have been here this long. I never should have."
Biggest rooms in the smallest houses
And on and on, and on and on
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Submitted by
tony Clifton On Apr 13, 2012
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These are the correct lyrics from the official booklet that came with the CD. I only edited them to make them reflect the repetitions and layout.
When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting when I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting down at the bottom of the stairs
You said there's something that I need to tell you something I need to tell you when I first found you in this gift shop garbage can I never thought you would be this long I never thought we'd hack into the dried spilt milk in our living room and form a little cavern form a little yellow cavern and watch it weaken and collapse while all along we could have just simmered it in a sauce pan so that we could push the skin of our words Yes we'd paw at them like some sleeping thing
The last I heard, the last I heard on the corner The last I heard, the last I heard I was yelling be three years old I dare you to call out this balled up gray garment for what it is and shout out all the names that we know and hope that one of them lands correctly on and on, on and on
When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting when I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting but there was almost no one there
You said there's something I need to tell you, something I need to tell you I'm not sure if I ever really cared and that I never should have been here this long I never should have
All our kisses resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses on and on, and on and on All our kisses resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses All our kisses resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses All our kisses resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses on and on, and on and on
Be three years old I dare you to call out this balled up gray garment for what it is and shout out all the names that we know and hope that one of them lands correctly