Portable television, shrouded in snow
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In a raggedy van on the side of the road
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The night it had frozen through my little bones
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So you took me in your arms, you squeezed out the cold
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And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
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Upstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leaves
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Oh, the hills were on fire, they burn for you and me
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And where we were going it was built like a lie
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But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't question why
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And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
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I saw it in the soil just recently
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Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed
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And here laid the father, and here stood the son
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Where the road meets the horizon for everyone
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For everyone
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Portable television, take us away
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From this burden of reflection we've carried today
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Oh, the generator's running but there's nothing on the air
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And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and stare
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And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh
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Portable Television
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
