Soul Asylum
Música y Letras: David Pirner
She walks into the outhouse.
The cold night breathes into her face.
The flies are standin' still now.
The moon it spills through the place.
And she starts wonderin' what its like to be
liked by everyone and like everyone be just,
like anyone and just wants to be so
just like anyone, just like anyone.
She reaches through the darkness.
Her fingers touch the porcelain seat.
She spins and pulls her pants down.
The cold air holds her like a thief.
And she starts wonderin what they mean
do they just mean to be mean
and thinkin' bout the scene,
do they just want to be seen
try not to seem so just like anyone,
just like anyone.
The door comes screechin' open.
She walks into the evening air.
She disappears in the darkness.
All's left, the faint smell of her hair.
She starts wonderin' what its like to be
liked by everyone and like everyone
be just like anyone and just wants to be so,
just like anyone and wonderin' what they mean,
do they just mean to be mean and thinkin' bout
the scene do they just want to be seen
try not to seem so just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Música y Letras: David Pirner
...con Claire Danes
She walks into the outhouse.
The cold night breathes into her face.
The flies are standin' still now.
The moon it spills through the place.
And she starts wonderin' what its like to be
liked by everyone and like everyone be just,
like anyone and just wants to be so
just like anyone, just like anyone.
She reaches through the darkness.
Her fingers touch the porcelain seat.
She spins and pulls her pants down.
The cold air holds her like a thief.
And she starts wonderin what they mean
do they just mean to be mean
and thinkin' bout the scene,
do they just want to be seen
try not to seem so just like anyone,
just like anyone.
The door comes screechin' open.
She walks into the evening air.
She disappears in the darkness.
All's left, the faint smell of her hair.
She starts wonderin' what its like to be
liked by everyone and like everyone
be just like anyone and just wants to be so,
just like anyone and wonderin' what they mean,
do they just mean to be mean and thinkin' bout
the scene do they just want to be seen
try not to seem so just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
Just like anyone.
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