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Breathing in the dark. Lying on its side. The ruins of the day. Painted with a scar. And the more I straighten out. The less it wants to try. The feelings start to rot. One wink at a time. Forgiving w
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Bài hát Electric Feel - MGMT. All along the western front. People line up to receive. She got the power in her hand. To shock you like you won't believe. Saw her in the amazon. With the voltage
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Song Kids - MGMT. You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward it. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants. No time to
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Dead in the water. It's not a paid vacation. The sons and daughters of city officials. Attend demonstrations. It's hardly a sink or swim. When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper.
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You were a child. Crawling on your knees toward him. Making momma so proud. But your voice is too loud. We like to watch you laughing. Picking insects off of plants. No time to think of conseque
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This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together. We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever. Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout,. Wave your hands,. Mak
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Mild apprehension. Blank dreams of the coming fun. Distort the odds of a turnaround. Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in. And stay inert You say, "I've got the backbone". The b
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Here, you focus. So I can see your faces. The eyes are wrong. How will I know if it's working right? Light confuses. The tiny isles of bruises. The mangled lines. I see the signs of aging But if
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Dead in the water. It's not a paid vacation. The sons and daughters of city officials. Attend demonstrations. It's hardly a sink or swim. When all is well if the ticket sells. . Out with? A wim
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Metanoia, reshaping the world. It can teach you. And reprogram you. It can show you the flood. That's trapped inside. This one's alive. The tail is breathing. And she's listening. Kill the ser
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Sleep as the goer. The bridge that watches the light-speed through. And cries while the spirit stumbles. The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's silent. The voice can't bear anymor
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Evil is I, Yes to find a shore,. A beast that doesn't quiver anymore,. And we can crush some plants to paint my walls,. And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars. Was I? I was too lazy to play.
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Someone's telling the toll to me. I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree. But I don't care who's left behind. Lost revelations that I'll never find In the long hall pipes are whispering. Blues
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I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's my form?. Whisper crimson; I intrude. There'
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I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and * with the stars. You
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I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's my form?. Whisper crimson; I intrude. There'
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And there were future reflections. On the face and the hands. On a green colored island. On a primitive man. It was the future reflected. It felt familiar but new. A street was missing a buildin
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Whenever I drift by the unknown, . Feign like I notice a fundamental tone. The fine petals open. And close, offended, . Poor explanation and nothing shown. Kind of like if a friend. Exits withou
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Sometimes the windows combine with the seams in a way. That twitches on a peak at the place where the spirit was slain. One foot leads to another. Night's for sleep, blue curtains, covers. Sequins
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Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?. Don't you know about the temperature change. In the cold black shadow?. Are you mad at your walls. Or hoping that an unknown force can repair thi
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When the world has turned. Paralyzed and wrong. Cold-blooded claws never offer. Anything at all Past the point of love. Shattered and untied. Waiting to pick up the pieces. That make it out alri
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Song Time To Pretend (Clean Radio Edit) - MGMT. I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris
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He spends his time or maybe half of his time. Or part of the time wandering. 'Round the creeks and cobble stones. Of hackney lanes With a tear in his eye. As the children walk by, he's thinking of
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Someone's telling the toll to me. I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree. But I don't care who's left behind. Lost revelations that I'll never find In the long hall pipes are whispering. Blues
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Hey, I found a whistle that hangs like a charm. And when my noose is tied. I could blow it and fall down into your arms. Fifteen centuries of dissolution and grief. To return a yellow trickster an
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I just shook the handshake. I just sealed the deal. I'll try not to let them take. Everything they can steal People always told me. Says, don't forget your roots. I know I can feel them. Underne
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Sleep as the goer. The bridge that watches the light-speed through. And cries while the spirit stumbles. The inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's silent. The voice can't bear anymor
