Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
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in through my veins, without brains,
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I involuntarily take what I need, then I bleed
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and it comes right back to me.
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But guts only eat and sometimes
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they repeat on you.
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Keeping you on your toes or crouched above the loo.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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Blood turns from blue into red
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'cause of oxygen that it's fed
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and I turn back to blue,
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'cause I'm losing you,
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but tummy just growls
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not real words, mostly vowels
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and I always forget sometimes Y
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Gratification can cause constipation
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if organs are left to die.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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I gained all this weight out of love, not hate
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I've got so much love to give (give me a break!)
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I'd love to sleep in late, but that dessert looks great.
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Was it something I said or was it some I ate?
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Heart beats in sync, beat in time,
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beat in bodies likes hers and mine,
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But I fed only one, and look what it's done;
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I've run out of blood and I'm chewing my cud and
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my gastrointestinal festival's best of all
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The cardiovascular questions they ask you are
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Less than the answers they give you like cancer and
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank
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Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson
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I tend the wheat field that makes your bread.
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I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.
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Mother Nature & Mother Earth
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Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth
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Chorus:
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I'm the farmer.
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I work in the fields all day.
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Don't mean to alarm her,
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But I know it was meant to be this way.
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You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
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I put you up upon a pedestal so high
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if you should waiver, if you should sway
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I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.
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You signed your picture with an O and X
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I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques.
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Chorus
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All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you
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I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you
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You could have written back,
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You could have said "Thank you"
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I guess you've got better things,
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better things to do.
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You say you love me, is that the truth?
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Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof.
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I know your address, I ring the bell
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I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells.
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I'm the farmer
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I work in the fields all day
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Never wanted to harm her
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Stomach Vs. Heart
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Barenaked Ladies |