Sometimes I talk like a turnstile
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when I have had too much to drink
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A tangled tongue like English Ivy
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Just like a film dubbed out of sync
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The phone is ringing in the guest room
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A muffled voice on the machine
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It's either someone I don't want to talk to
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Or someone selling what I don't need
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'Cause I'm waiting for you to come on home
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Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter
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My bottle shatters on the floor
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And you apologize profusely
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for the drunkard on your arm
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But I'll change, love, change, love
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Change for you
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Cause even slurred words can contain some truth
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I'll change, love, change, love
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Change for you
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When I am ready to
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Talking Like Turnstiles
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
