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Splitzville
Quitsville
You want to go to Splitzville
I got a full tank, let¡¯s ride
And my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Splitzville
I know the way
And I¡¯ll end up there one day in Splitzville
On a natural high
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
Be beautiful, never cry
Splitzville
You don¡¯t need a name
Everybody there behaves the same
You¡¯re not the only one who didn¡¯t sleep last night
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
Feel a-okay, quite all right
Is there something you¡¯ve got waiting
Something you want too much
Hurry up now, you¡¯ll miss your bus
To Splitzville
And end up right back here
Just screaming
About Splitzville
Splitzville, Splitzville
Don¡¯t dream of death
In the other world
There¡¯s no diet bars and no pretty girls
No pusher man to fuck up your mind
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
You feel a-okay all the time
Something you¡¯ve got waiting
Something you want too much
Hurry up now, you¡¯ll miss your bus
To Splitzville
And end up right back here

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Splitzville
Elliott Smith

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