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• The Breaker - Sweater Set
• Take My Heart - Sweater Set
• Sister - Sweater Set
• Oh Me Oh My - Sweater Set
• Not At All - Sweater Set
• Needed - Sweater Set
• Made You Mine - Sweater Set
• Keep Me Baby On My Toes - Sweater Set
• I love You - Sweater Set
• Happy - Sweater Set
• Family Ties - Sweater Set
• Downstream - Sweater Set
• Bathwater - Sweater Set
• Who's Sorry - Sweater Set

I wish I could say you lost me.
I wish I could say it's so.
I wish everyday you lost me.
But you gave me up long ago.
Remember the time we went dancing -
you sat there 'til 1:45
and left me to ride away begging
and gasping for air to survive.
But now that I'm arguably older,
and though it is winter once more,
I'd jump if you dialed my number,
forgetting my heart on the floor.
And it's better, better, better, to be the breaker.
A city of too many women
grabbing for pieces of men,
cherishing every beginning,
and falling apart in the end.

Take my heart, take it fast.
Wear it close, tightly wrapped.
Take my hands, take them rough?
Be the man that I love.
One by one they fall.
Bake my bread, squeeze my wine.
Play with me like a child.
Wish on stars, kiss and tell.
Come with me, come with me through this hell.
Two by two they fall.
Two by two they fall.
And when you're done with my heart
place it neatly in the drawer.
Fold it up with great care
for my next love to wear.
One by one they fall.
One by one they fall.

Sister, oh how I miss your face
smiling in your right place,
across the dinner table.
You're the first one I ever held hands with.
Did I really hurt you because of a man?
It'll never happen again.
Sister, I'm done running this race with you.
Put me in my place, with you across the dinner table.
You're the first one I ever held hands with here, and
now you're gone all because of a man.
Promise it'll never happen again.
Sister, sister, sister, sister.

I'm running to catch up with the world,
out of breath now.
Thrown away my nightgowns and stored every quarter.
But I've been thinking,
calculating,
what would happen
if I stopped.
Would I die?
Would I lose all my friends and cry?
Oh me, oh my.
Would I die?
I'm running to catch up with the boys,
but I'm much faster.
Offered them my shiniest toys,
and fed them dinner.
But I've been thinking,
calculating,
what would happen
if I stopped
for a meal.
Would I lose all my sex appeal?
Oh me, oh my.
For a meal.
And when I think of heaven above
it's full of nature.
Pretty purple flower buds
bloom in winter.
Waterfalls on golden streams
and mermaids singing
fireworks on every sunning
and churchbells ringing.
But I've been thinking,
calculating,
what would happen
if I stopped
for a view.
Would my heaven on earth be true?
Oh me, oh my.

Would you hold my hand if I ask you?
Would you weave your fingers in mine?
Would you leave them tangled for hours,
or let them skip away like hopscotch in the rain?
Could you see a future in New York?
Could you see a baby or two?
If you could see a future in New York,
then could you ignore my tendancy to
push you aside? I don't mean it.
Aside, not at all.
Is it to much to ask you
to hold me tighter next time?
For if there's room left to wiggle,
I'll wiggle away, leaving nothing but a trace
that you can pick right up,
hold it close or toss it out.
Does all my questioning bore you?
I'd to hate chip at your ears,
so say the word and I'll drop it.
I'll patiently wait
for you to calmly push me aside -
did I dream it?
Aside, not at all.

I want to be needed.
I want broken people
falling at my feet
and into my arms,
crashing from the barn,
and crying us to sleep.
Why you gotta be so bad?
Why you like your love so sad?
I know you're hiding somewhere,
a hole,
buried beneath twisted junk in your soul.
Junk hides a hole.
And I want to climb,
I want to reach for your hand for you're drowning,
and I want to be your heroine.
That's why it's gotta be so bad.

You never see it coming,
until it hammers down your door.
You never even notice that big gaping hole
in your wall.
And oh, what's more -
I never would have thought to look you
so deep in the eyes
instead of on the surface
like skipping stones or dragon flies.
But oh, isn't it fun and romantic.
Oh, I think it's time that I made you mine.
Oh, whoa, whoa.
And don't we have a knack, dear,
for playing, playing in the brush.
And though there might be thorns there
I'm pretty sure we'll like it just as much
as if we were to wake up
in a hotel with silk sheets
and ladies who will make up our bed
as we're running down the beach in bare feet.
(Kazoo solo.)
I hope you'll stay a while,
wait a day or two for this fog to clear.
And though it's hard to swallow,
it's that hammering that I need to hear.
And oh, isn't it fun and romantic.
Oh, I think it's time that I made you mine
and oh, isn't it fun and romantic.
Oh, I think it's time that I made you mine.

Keep me, baby, on my toes.
Push me to the edge.
Pull me up like a balloon,
but don't tie off the end.
Keep me, baby, in the dark
for that I should see
any indiscretion, dear,
that might discourage me.
And next time you call up,
I'll tightrope on the line,
with steady hands I'll anxiously
prepare to call you mine.
But keep me, baby, on my toes,
so when that wind does blow
it lifts me with no strain or tear

It means less and less every time you say it.
And I'm straining to keep it, keep it up.
And I stare at you, your body in the moonlight
and it's so fine, lying, lying, lying next to me.
You happened to me like a summer rain.
Come down so hard on me, a hot heavy gaze.
You happened to me like a summer rain.
Come down so hard on me, a hot heavy gaze.
It means less and less every time you say it.

I'll tell you why I'm happy,
I'll tell you why we are in love,
I'll tell you why we are impossibly free to be ourselves.
Cause I don't have a baby daddy,
you're not wearing a ring.
There's no trace of reluctance when you say you're falling for me
so gracefully.
It's so gracefully.
I'll tell you why I'm happy,
I'll tell you why we are in love.
It's the dinner that we make and the way you clean it up.
You change my guitar strings when you see that they are dull
and I will give you a backrub,
buy you maple syrup for your oats.
I'll tell you why I'm happy.
I'll tell you why we are in love.
Years in therapy, and the medication that I'm on.
Health is sexy, health is sexy, health is sexy, health is sexy, health is sexy.
I'll tell you why I'm happy,

Guess I turned into my mother,
trying to control things and others
and worrying about it all.
Will it hurt her feelings,
am I doing it wrong?
Family ties like a bow around the presents life is made of.
Family ties like a bow around the presents life is made of.
Imperfect love.
Imperfect love.
Family ties like a bow around the presents life is made of.
Family ties like a bow around the presents life is made of.
Imperfect love.

I won't hold onto this light.
Let it fade into the night.
I'll get out of the way
of the hand we were meant to play
and lose.
Wearing armor so tight.
Strain against what you think is right
and the truth is right.
You.
Row row row your boat
gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream.
Floating downstream with the fish.
Free from every wish.
At sea I'll be.

I will throw you, baby, out with the bathwater.
Cause I know, cause I know what's precious, and I'll take my time.
No, we shouldn't rush into this gold mine.
It might just crumble with our hearts inside.
I can smell it a mile away
in the spring before it rains
in the heavy clouded sky,
ready to tumble, ready to cry.
I will throw you, baby, out with the bathwater.
Cause I know, cause I know what's precious and I'll take my time.
No, we shouldn't rush into this gold mine.
It might just crumble with our hearts inside.
I will throw you, baby, out with the bathwater.
Cause I know, cause I know what's precious and I'll take my time.
No, we shouldn't rush into this gold mine.
It might just crumble with our hearts inside.
Boy in a burrito of blankets,
I love the way you wake up and fix breakfast.

Who sent me this poison?
You know it's not at all my taste.
You must've heard my order wrong.
The waitress is the one to blame.
I haven't quite recovered.
Someone cut me off on the road.
Did you happen see the driver?
Easy - blame the blonde on the phone.
It's not my fault, they tell me.
She's the one to blame, they say.
But I'm the one who's sorry.
The heart's a little fragile.
The heart is known to stop on a dime.
No matter how you wear it,
the heart is bound to break in time.
No one saw it coming.
You're right to be upset, little girl.
And go off into hiding,
and don't come out until you heal.
It's not my fault, they tell me.
She's the one to blame, they say.
But I'm the one who's sorry.
I'm the one who's sorry.