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Everyone Knows Andrew
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Jeff Stone
1999 Dachshund Publishing, All Rights Reserved
One of a Trilogy
Wed Jan 14, 2004
Alternative : Indie
1999 Dachshund Publishing, All Rights Reserved
One of a Trilogy
Wed Jan 14, 2004
Alternative : Indie
Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 308 (185,751 songs currently listed in Alternative)
» highest in sub-genre: # 51 (32,301 songs currently listed in Alternative > Indie)
» highest in sub-genre: # 51 (32,301 songs currently listed in Alternative > Indie)
About the song
From a tough period.
Lyrics
I'm sorry about a lot of things
I'm sorry 'bout the things I can't change
And I am losing my fight
To make things right
And what the hell am I going to do
With all of this hindsight?
Oh Andrew, sit and talk with me
How do you do it?
How are you the bomb?
How do you get away with everything?
I've studied hard
But I know I've got it wrong
Oh I get called on everything
Nothing touches you
Nothing sticks
I'm your fan and
I resent you
I -- I didn't mean
I'm sorry, it's just...
I'm sorry about a lot of things
I'm sorry 'bout the things I can't change
And I am losing my fight
To make things right
And what the hell am I going to do
With all of this hindsight?
Oh, in my address to everyone
Let me start by apologizing first
I would take back everything I've ever said
Except for the apology, of course
Oh, if I could
Vanish on the spot
Every time my life fell apart
Oh well then I would
Impress all of you 'cause
Disappearing is
Quite an art
I'm sorry about a lot of things
I'm sorry 'bout the things I can't change
And I am starting off small
But when I finally stand tall
I will forgive myself
On behalf of everyone else
I'm sorry 'bout the things I can't change
And I am losing my fight
To make things right
And what the hell am I going to do
With all of this hindsight?
Oh Andrew, sit and talk with me
How do you do it?
How are you the bomb?
How do you get away with everything?
I've studied hard
But I know I've got it wrong
Oh I get called on everything
Nothing touches you
Nothing sticks
I'm your fan and
I resent you
I -- I didn't mean
I'm sorry, it's just...
I'm sorry about a lot of things
I'm sorry 'bout the things I can't change
And I am losing my fight
To make things right
And what the hell am I going to do
With all of this hindsight?
Oh, in my address to everyone
Let me start by apologizing first
I would take back everything I've ever said
Except for the apology, of course
Oh, if I could
Vanish on the spot
Every time my life fell apart
Oh well then I would
Impress all of you 'cause
Disappearing is
Quite an art
I'm sorry about a lot of things
I'm sorry 'bout the things I can't change
And I am starting off small
But when I finally stand tall
I will forgive myself
On behalf of everyone else
