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Thursday, June 28, 2007

La,la,la moment...

Night falls and towns become circuit boardsWe can beat the sun as long as we keep movingFrom the air,stadium lights stand out like flaresAnd all I know is that you're sat here right next to meWe rarely see warning signs in the air we breatheRight now I feel each and every fragment This paper trail leads right back to youYou say you need me to step outsideYou spent the evening unpacking books from boxesYou passed me up so as not to break a promiseScattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long runSaid you knew that this would happenWell this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed tooWhy does every let down have to be so thin?Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closedI feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguousYou have to leave,I appreciate thatBut I hate when conversation slips out of our graspYou spent the evening unpacking books from boxesYou passed me up so as not to break a promiseScattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run Said you knew that this would happenTwo bodies in motionThis is a matter of factIt wasn't built to lastTwo bodies in motionThis is a matter of factIt wasn't built to lastYou spent the evening unpacking books from boxesYou passed me up so as not to break a promiseScattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long runSaid you knew that this would happenThe pounding rain continued it's bleak fallAnd we decided just to write after all, fter allThe pounding rain continued it's bleak fallAnd we decided just to write after all
Maximo Park - Books From Boxes

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