She may be young but she only likes old things,
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And modern music it ain't to her taste,
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She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
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She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
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Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
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Back to the open plain, oh no she can't explain.
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I cry out "Love keep your arms around me",
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I am a bird that's in need of grounding,
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I'm built to fly away, I never learned how to stay.
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The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
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And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
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But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
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Of what began on a Monday morning.
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Monday morning, Monday morning,
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Ooh, ooh,
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Monday morning, Monday morning,
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Ooh, ooh,
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The night is gonna fall and the vultures will surround you,
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And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
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But all these lines and greys refine, they are the maps of our design,
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Of what began on a Monday morning.
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Oh yes the night is gonna fall, and the vultures will surround you,
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And when you're lookin' in the mirror what you see is gon' astound you.
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And all the glow of you from inside the room,
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Is burning on inside of you, it all began on a Monday morning.
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Monday morning, Monday morning,
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Ooh, ooh.
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Monday Morning
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
