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President Of What? (1998 Version)
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I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn
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I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentation
intricate melodic phrasing
minor key tonality
melodic songwriting
electric guitar riffs
a distinctive male lead vocal
prominent organ

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I saw the scene unfold
I gave a little more till I got taken for granted
And I'll react when faces find you
Something's got to break you down
I'll react when faces find you
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
Something's got to break you down
Songwriter: Benjamin Gibbard
And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn
I saw the scene unfold
It's such a dreadful sight
Something's got to break you down
I saw the scene unfold
Publishers: EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., WHERE I'M CALLING FROM MUSIC
'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
Entered the scene I'm told on I think it was Monday
And when they arch your backbone
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Imagination takes full control
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
I saw the scene unfold
For all it could bleed till dry
When imagination takes full control
Something's got to break you down
And wheels would roll away
'Cause beautiful boys gave chase
I took a little more of what I take for granted
You drove straight through and mined that quarry
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