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Matchbox
Starts acoustic and turns distorted. Tries to be like PJ Harvey in the bridge.
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Take charge
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Lyrics
Something's not right and it's spinning me feeble
Something's not kosher but it's not a pig
She makes me feel like my lighthouse is dimming
I can't really see when try to ride my boat into shore
I feel like swimming away
I can't see anymore
I feel like swimming away
But I'm so far from shore
I've got this friend in a little green matchbox
He only comes out when I crawl up to sleep
Fills up my head with these grand disillusions
I say I'm too busy and he says it's wrong to eat meat
Baby face and turpentine
They're not good friends of mine
You should really hear me roar
When I am alone
All the things he does to me
They're not good friends you see
I never really understand why they say
Man
I grew up thinking that everyone's equal
Black kids with white kids on Sesame Street
Now I can see that they're changing my viewpoint
I don't really want them to why can't the see it
My way
Why see it my way
My way
Who's to say I am right
My way
Why see it my way
My way
Why not just fight
I've got this friend in a little green matchbox
(20)
Something's not kosher but it's not a pig
She makes me feel like my lighthouse is dimming
I can't really see when try to ride my boat into shore
I feel like swimming away
I can't see anymore
I feel like swimming away
But I'm so far from shore
I've got this friend in a little green matchbox
He only comes out when I crawl up to sleep
Fills up my head with these grand disillusions
I say I'm too busy and he says it's wrong to eat meat
Baby face and turpentine
They're not good friends of mine
You should really hear me roar
When I am alone
All the things he does to me
They're not good friends you see
I never really understand why they say
Man
I grew up thinking that everyone's equal
Black kids with white kids on Sesame Street
Now I can see that they're changing my viewpoint
I don't really want them to why can't the see it
My way
Why see it my way
My way
Who's to say I am right
My way
Why see it my way
My way
Why not just fight
I've got this friend in a little green matchbox
(20)
