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Bright Eyes - The City Has Sex lyrics
The city has sex with itself I suppose As the concrete collides while the scenery grows And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed Having undressed their wounds for each other And there's a boy in a basement with a four track machine He’s been strumming and screaming all night down there The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings But they say it’s better to bury your sadness In a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring To awake from its sleep and burst into green Well, I’ve cried And you would think I'd feel better for it But the sadness just sleeps And it stays in my spine For the rest of my life And I’ve learned And you’d think I’d be something more now But it just goes to show It is not what you know It's what you were thinking at the time This feeling’s familiar, I’ve been here before In a kitchen this quiet I waited for A sign or just something That might reassure me of anything close To meaning or motion, with a reason to move I needed something I want to be close to And I scream But I still don’t know why I do it Because the sound never stays, it just swells and decays So what is the point? Why try To fight what is now so certain? The truth is all that I am Is a passing event That will be forgotten |
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