Elliott Smith – Splitsville

Splitsville Quitsville You want to go to Splitsville I got a full tank, let's ride And my, my, my, my, my, my, my Splitsville I know the way And I'll end up there one day in Splitsville On a natural high My, my, my, my, my, my, my Be beautiful, never cry Splitsville You don't need a name Everybody there behaves the same You're not the only one who didn't sleep last night My, my, my, my, my, my, my Feel a-okay, quite all right Is there something you've got waiting Something you want too much Hurry up now, you'll miss your bus To Splitsville And end up right back here Just screaming About Splitsville Splitsville, Splitsville Don't dream of death In the other world There's no diet bars and no pretty girls No pusher man to fuck up your mind My, my, my, my, my, my, my You feel a-okay all the time Something you've got waiting Something you want too much Hurry up now, you'll miss your bus To Splitsville And end up right back here

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