Beets, Limes and Rice / Battle Of The Hopeless Crushes

HERE WE GO AGAIN

DECIDING WE SHOULD JUST BE FRIENDS

TALKING ABOUT IT ALL NIGHT

WALKING AROUND HOLDING HANDS

WE BOTH GO HOME ALONE

AS THE SUN COMES UP

THE CITY'S BLACK

I'M LYING HERE AWAKE

I WANT A CHANCE TO GIVE YOU YOUR SCABIES BACK

WHEN WE MEET AGAIN

AFTER THE SHOW

STILL MORE THAN FRIENDS

IN YOUR VOICE

I HEAR THE LONELY STREETS OF YOUR HOMETOWN

AND IN YOUR EYES

I SEE US BOTH ALONE WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

IN YOUR TOUCH

I FEEL YOU'RE AFRAID IF WANTING MORE

AND IN YOUR KISS

I TASTE 15 BEERS AND THE KITCHEN FLOOR

AS WE MEET AGAIN

AFTER THE SHOW

STILL MORE THAN FRIENDS

BUT STILL GOING HOME ALONE

THE CITY'S BLACK

DON'T YOU WANT YOUR SCABIES BACK