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Gordon Downie - 11th Fret lyrics
So this is fucking off by degrees and I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii but I can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me like music that dances from glowing apartments as shadows entwine into a creamy darkness like jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects all the colours of evening and the onset of lights like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight. So this is enacting ecstasy and I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti but I can float back to sleep cause at least you're lying to me like shoveling hope into the infinite us til the world surges in yelling, 'this is a drug bust' might turn up the heat and make us into one person but then the temperature plunges and the predicament worsens til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow and we melt away, melt away, |
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