| DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE
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| I remember when the days were long
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| And the nights when the living room was on the lawn
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| Constant quarreling the childish fits
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| And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman
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| All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
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| To show you did not mean
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| Anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth
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| And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away
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| You were so condescending
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| And this is all that’s left
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| Scraping paper to document
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| I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on
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| Cup your mouth to compress the sound
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| Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town
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| And everything that I said was true
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| As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth
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| Well I lost track when those words were said
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| You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed
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| And soon we woke and I walked you home
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| And it was pretty clear that is was hardly love
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| And as the summers ending
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| The cold air will rush your hard heart away
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| You were so condescending
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| And this is all that’s left scraping paper to document
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| I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on
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| And as the summers ending
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| The cold air will rush your hard heart away
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| You were so condescending
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| As the alcohol drained the days
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| And as the summers ending
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| The cold air will rush your hard heart away
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| You were so condescending
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| And this is all that’s left
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| The empty bottles spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes
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| 'cause its time to move on |