20th century towers - death cab for cutie
we'll correct collegiate mistakes. a shower of formal ideals. completely soused. the hearts on our sleeves, as they drowned we could hear them screaming, "oh, what a tragic way to see our final days."
I attempt to talk up the town: "the answers are in the arches of the 20th century towers and in comfortable cars in motion." and yet it still remains, this incessent refrain: "you're just like the rest. your restlessness makes you lazy."
keeping busy is just wasting time and i've wasted what little he gave me. (all around) i know the conscious choice was crystal clear, to clear the slate of former years: when i sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.
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Pronto, más y mejor, cuando no tenga sueño. My restlessness makes me lazy.
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