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Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth
that touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence. It wasnt' quite what it seemed: a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be). I must admit I was charmed by your advances: your advantage left me helplessly into you Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could taste your lipstick on the filter... I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns convictions everytime. My memory cannot recall: a wave of alcohol we shared a ciagraette and shave the hours off. Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could taste your lipstick on the filter... Lushing with the hallway congregation, my best judgement signed its resignation. I rushed this. We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom. (X 2) 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets.
Idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. as you sleep, as you sleep... It's so appropriate: the way we amplify the sound, and then the neighbors drop by and they ask (us) to turn it down again... We spread out and everyone is frightfully more aware. So impressed: The cocktail politics and obscure details. It's so appropriate: the way we amplify the sound, and then the neighbors drop by and they ask (us) to turn it down again... And it was true that I was truly failing. But you were gone and I was home calling around, but nothing was found worthwhile. We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets. Idle now: I rearrange the furniture as you sleep. as you sleep, as you sleep... 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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This won't be the last you'll hear from me... it's just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. brace yourself... i'm bent with bitterness. When your apologies fail to ring true, (you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew or phrases like 'i thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit. Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (abscence follows). In the end, i win every time as ink remains. Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine. |
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"Little Fury Bugs"
You'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name. And all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses to get into the game. There's a look in the faces tonight that's untrustable as the hope that you'll never return in a while. But you're always on time, so... Sleeping soundly... the back of the car felt more like a home than i would ever have thought. And through the evening the engine kept on until we hit chicago and decided to stop. There's a look in the faces tonight that's untrustable as the hope that you'll never return in a while. But you're always on time so... |
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Ah ah ah ah ah ah,
Ah ah ah ah ah ah. I took the 405 and drove the stake down into your center and stated that its never ever been better then this. I hung my favorite shirt on the floor board wrinkled up from pulling pushing and tasting. (tasting) You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew. Misguided by the 405 because it led me to an alcohol next summer. I missed the exit to your parents house hours ago. Red wine and cigarettes hide your bad habits underneath the patio. (patio patio patio) You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew. You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew. Ah ah ah ah ah ah, Ah ah ah ah ah ah, Ah ah ah ah ah ah, Ah ah ah ah ah ah. |
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Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date. The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real. And I kept distance: the complications cloud the postcards and blip through fiberoptics, as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parents bought them: "I'll catch you this time!" Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to the bumper so they could drive up and down the main drag. People would turn to see who's making the racket. It's not the first time. When they lay down the fish will swim upstream and I'll contest, but they won't listen when the casualty rate's near 100%, and there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving... Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. |
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Last night I dreamt that I was you.
I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude. Such a pose I could simply not hold through days in a northern town that I had once called a home. And your studies of fringe New York Streets: I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak. To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on... Buying drinks for the poets upstate, this southern corruption towed you down the interstate, and they all said that you were the king of unruly disruption that surfaced when you would sing. And this town cannot begin to compete so I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on... on, on, on... If I could have had my way, this year would bridge '66 again Trust fund hipsters were casing the room chock full of amphetamines. The overturned kick drum boom set the pace with incomparable cool. And if the tempo was lousy it was lost on all but you... And your studies of fringe New York Streets: I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak. To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on, on, on, on...it's on If I could have had my way, this year would bridge '66 again If I could have had my way, this year would bridge '66 again |
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What ghosts exist behind these attic walls?
There's got to be a simpler explanation, 'cause I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing my inventions. Cold skin and bones and this latitude: we aint' playing until the heat comes through. So you slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf. Promises of payments were upon your shoulders constantly, but don't forget to entertain 'cause this is your first defense. A four-year offense to the devoted type. I may have got an invitation, but I wasn't invited. But I thought that this meant something more than broken hearts and new addictions. We'll leave our sins within the carpet twine. Our bodies will dissolve the chemicals in due time. Promises of payments were upon your shoulders constantly, but don't forget to entertain 'cause this is your first defense. This is my last defense. 가사입력NAKMUSE |