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Tell Me More, Tell Me More
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Toe-tapping good times to be had by all with bad taste.
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Boy/girl pop rock band featuring all the catchiness you'd care to shake a fist at. We're the secret love of all hipsters, scenesters, indie cred-seekers, and s
Austin plays drums. Brian plays bass. Cole plays guitar. Kate plays sing. Saemi plays keyboard.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Trap-Pop
Charts
Peak #1,544
Peak in subgenre #88
Uploaded
October 26, 2004
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
The lyrics were made up on the spot and defended by Kate, saying "They're supposed to be bad!" None of us believed her.
Lyrics
Summer days always get me sad. Its the worst time for love. Outside the temperature's getting higher and higher, fogging up the windsheild of my heart. Beaches with leeches, something always seems to go wrong. Hornets, mosquitoes; they suck me dry and leave me nothing but bruises. Maybe you can be the aloe to my burns. Maybe I can be your's, too. We'll stay indoors and watch T.V. We'll stay away from cancer and heartache. Heatstroke killed my mom.
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