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The Lyric Jungle
Come To Cleveland
Home
A Future Me
Avenue C'd
Belly Under
Better You Than Me
Brilliant Petty Crime
Built Like Switzerland
Come To Cleveland
Diamonds are Forever (and so are Grudges)
Dress Down
Due Course
Every Horse
False Start
Fool Girl Parade
From What is Good
The Fundy Bay Forecast
Heartland, Heartburn
I'll Take It...
I Might Have to....
Two-Toned Gallery
In With The Old
It's Not Yesterday
Just Four Times More
Leeway
Make Do
Makeshift Grounds
Mind Done Run
Mouth the Words
Nothin' Too Special
Opaquer Place
Planet Placement
Rubber Souled Shoes
Scaled
Science Can't Be Coy
Shamrock Days
Shenandoah Waltz
Slips My Mind
Something to Unleash
Squinting Optometrist
Stump House Thanks Song
Tell-tale Sign
There, There
Trickster
Worn

Written September 2002.

In about ten minutes. Fifteen, tops.
He says, "Come to Cleveland",
but he won't tell me when his car is leaving.
(his car is leaving, yeah)
He says he's like an open wound,
but he can't tell if he's still bleeding or he's healing
(if he's bleeding or he's healing)

Oh, Cleveland won't make that right.
Oh, Cleveland, can't go tonight.

He collects decanters of brandy
and says cigarettes are his only candy
(his only candy)
He says brandy tastes better in Cleveland,
he's breathing in ash and then
he blows it towards the ceiling
(ash is falling from the ceiling)
(I am falling from the ceiling)

Oh, Cleveland won't make this right
Oh, Cleveland won't make him right

He says leaving here feels like cheating
But I have got a two-timing city feeling

He says he's out for the greater good
but then beats up guys in his neighborhood
(his neighborhood, yeah)
He says he'll act kinder in Cleveland
then ashes on the floor as if
even he don't believe it
(even he dont' believe it)
(even he don't believe)

Oh, Cleveland won't make things right
Oh, Cleveland just ain't right
right right right
it ain't right
right right right
right?