It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter
to four.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my
jaw on the floor.
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Just when you think that you're in control,
just when you think that you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past
the edge of the reserve.
Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the
curb.
[Chorus]
I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how
it pours.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah,
you leave me.
[Chorus]
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