You tried you all 13 channels, but they burned me out again
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'cause it's over whenever they say
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I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere,
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and the mailman can't come in to explain
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So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate see, and it's hard to never mind.
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It's hard to never mind.
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I bought myself new candles, they only burn old flames.
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I guess it's all the same anyway
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Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew
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but my point of view's forever changed
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All this gasoline just goes to show that no one never minds.
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It's building up, bottled up in time
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All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
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Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
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And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me?
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Are you going to find me so the bogs? aren't empty all the time?
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I think way too much about the way things should be said
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'cause it just can't leave my head all the way.
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It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today
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I think I might get burned anyway
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All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice.
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I do my best, I know not everything is right
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All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
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Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
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Please bring it down, bring it down.
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New Candles
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
