His head was a city
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Of paper buildings
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And the echoes that remained
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Of old friends and lovers
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Their features bleeding
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Together in his brain
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And once it started was harder to
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Tell them apart
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He was always distracted
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By the very mention
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Of an open door
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'Cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before
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To be a remain remain remain remainder [x2]
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The television was snowing softly
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As she hunted for her keys
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She said she never envisioned him the type of person capable of such deceit
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And they carried on like long division
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And it was clear with every page
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That they were further away from a solution that would play
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Without a remain remain remain remainder [x4]
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He had sworn not to be what he'd been before
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To be the remain remain remain remainder [x6]
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Long Division
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
