The Tyranny of Distance, Pt. 2

I've decided that even though I am absolutely fabulous and locating new and good music, that this is a very frustrating enterprise. Case in point, my new buddy Ted Leo. Teddy, I can only understand half of what you say. And every review of your album says that the lyrics of your songs are the best part. And since no one knows who the heck you are, I can't find the lyrics online. This might actually force me into (shuddergasp!) buying music. And now what's that about? Also, songs that are good, as a rule, need to be longer. I used to call this the "Tangerine" principle, until I realized that Tangerine actually runs over four minutes. What I mean to say is, they should have more verses.

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You Could Die (Or This Might End)
Working it out again
And you're
Dreaming it out again
About you
Giving your all again
Until you
Feel like you could die or this might end
End

Taking it all again
And you're
Giving your all again
Until you
Run yourself dry again
And you
Feel like you could die or this might end
End
End