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Our Lady Peace

Clumsy
1) Clumsy
2) Superman's Dead

Happiness... Is Not A Fish That You Can Catch
1) Is Anybody Home?


Clumsy
Clumsy

Throw away the radio suitcase
That keeps you awake
Hide the telephone in case you
Realize that sometimes you're just not okay
You level off but it's not alright now
You need to understand
There's nothing strange about this
You need to know your friends
You need to know that
I'll be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud

Maybe you should sleep
Maybe you just need a friend
As clumsy as you've been
There's no-one laughing
You will be safe in here

Throw away this very old shoelace
That tripped you again
Try to shrug it off
It's only skin now
You need to understand
There's nothing fake about this
You need to let me in
I'm watching you

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Superman's Dead
Clumsy

do you worry that you're not liked
how long till you break
you're happy cause you smile
but how much can you fake
an ordinary boy an ordinary name
but ordinary's just not good enough today

alone I'm thinking
why is superman dead
is it in my head
we'll just laugh instead
you worry about the weather and
whether or not you should hate

are you worried about your faith
kneel down and obey
you're happy you're in love
you need someone to hate
an ordinary girl an ordinary waist
but ordinary's just not good enough today

doesn't anybody ever know that the
world's a subway...

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Is Anybody Home?
Happiness... Is Not A Fish That You Can Catch

Goodbye, the future's sold out
There's no use screaming
Who thought we'd ever get this far

Tonight, your faith has come down
To money & a TV
Psychics who've never been to mars
And nazis breast feeding
I know you must be upset
I can't find meaning
I'm sorry, we're sorry
We're all scared, all scared

Hey is anybody home
Has anybody wasted tears on the loneliness
That everyone becomes

Goodnight, the truth has come out
Everyone's needy
White teeth, a ticket to meet god
Be all that you envy
The shotgun under your bed has
Started breathing
You shot it, you shot it
I'm bare, I'm bare

Hey, is anybody home
Has anybody painted fear
On the bedroom walls that save us from...

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