| It’s a– It’s a– It’s a–
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| It’s a typical story
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| Where the bassist kills the singer
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| And the guitarist and the drummer
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| Find they’re in love with each other
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| It's the story of the kid
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| Who clearly won’t know what to say
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| When the love of his life starts to calmly walk away
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| And it’s the story of the dad
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| Who decides to chase his dream
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| He quits his job, he falls apart
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| And he loses everything
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| And it’s the story of the kid who just wants to make a record
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| Loves and crafts it but nobody ever, ever cares about it
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| Well, hey, hey, what’s your name?
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| Talk is for the guys you hate
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| We should sit in silence
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| While we think of what to say, hey
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| Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out
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| Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house?
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| Hey, hey I don’t think I know much
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| But I know I couldn’t take a good punch
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| So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough
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| Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up
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| And I’m afraid of everything
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| Staying the same or worsening
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| So what’s the point of finding calm
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| When calm to me is unsettling?
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| Settle down, little kid
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| Your bones are shaking in your skin
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| Go and try and take a breath
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| Though nothing more, nothing less
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| (It’s a– It’s a– It’s a–)
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| It’s a typical story of a king who had it all
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| Except for citizens who didn’t want his head up on a wall
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| It’s a typical story of the wife who couldn’t quit
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| Being in love with such a giant piece of shit
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| It’s the story of the queen who could never ever think
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| Of any redeeming qualities a man could ever bring
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| It’s the story of the dog who wanted to run away
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| 'Til he learned that his life is way safer inside a cage
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| I don’t really need much
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| Just a place to be alone and you won’t really see much
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| I think that I’m invisible
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| My mirror shows another guy
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| A guy who doesn’t do shit
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| He just sits and is miserable
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| Everybody’s gotta live a life
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| That they didn’t ask for, why
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| Why would he put me here
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| Just to die, just to, just to
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| Die?!
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| Well, hey, hey, what’s your name?
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| Talk is for the guys you hate
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| We should sit in silence
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| While we think of what to say, hey
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| Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out
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| Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house?
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| Hey, hey I don’t think I know much
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| But I know I couldn’t take a good punch
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| So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough
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| Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up
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| Everybody’s gotta live a life
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| That they didn’t ask for
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| Why would he put me here
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| Just to die, just to, just to
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| Die?!
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| [Chorus]
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| Well, hey, hey, what’s your name?
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| Talk is for the guys you hate
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| We should sit in silence
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| While we think of what to say, hey
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| Hey, hey, I don’t think this is working out
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| Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house?
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| And hey, hey I don’t think I know much
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| But I know I couldn’t take a good punch
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| So if you feel like I’ve been talking enough
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| Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up and die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Typical Story , by - Hobo Johnson. Song from the album The Fall of Hobo Johnson, in the genre Альтернатива