This is the moment that you know
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That you told you loved her but you don't.
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You touch her skin and then you think
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That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
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Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me.
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I spent two weeks in Silverlake
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The California sun cascading down my face
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There was a girl with light brown streaks
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And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
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Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me.
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Wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking
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As we moved together in the dark
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And all the friends that i was telling
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And all the playful misspellings
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And every bite i gave you left a mark
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Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
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And formed the bruises
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That you said you didn't want to fade
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But they did and so did i that day
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All i see are dark grey clouds
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In the distance moving closer with every hour
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So when you ask "was something wrong?"
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That i think "you're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
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No, we can't talk about it now."
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So one last touch and then you'll go
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And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
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But it was vile, and it was cheap
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And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
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Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me [x2]
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Tiny Vessels
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
