His head was a city
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With paper buildings
|
And the echos that remain
|
Of old friends and lovers
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With features bleeding
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Together in his brain
|
Oh, oh, oh
|
|
Once it starts it was harder to
|
Tell them apart
|
Oh, oh, oh
|
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And he was always distracted
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By the very mention
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Of an open door
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Oh, oh, oh
|
|
'Cause he had sworn not be
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What he'd been before
|
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To be
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A remain, remain, remain
|
Remainder
|
|
To be
|
A remain, remain, remain
|
Remainder
|
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The television
|
Was snowing softly
|
As she hunted for her keys
|
She said she never envisioned
|
Him the type of person
|
Capable of such deceit
|
Oh, oh, oh
|
|
Oh, oh, oh
|
|
And then they carried on like
|
Long division
|
'Cause it was clear with every page
|
Oh, that they were
|
|
Further away from the solution that
|
Would play
|
|
Without
|
A remain, remain, remain
|
Remainder
|
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Without
|
A remain, remain, remain
|
Remainder
|
|
Without
|
A remain, remain, remain
|
Remainder
|
|
Without
|
A remain, remain, remain
|
Remainder
|
|
He had sworn not to be
|
What he'd been before
|
|
To be
|
The remain, remain, remain
|
Remainder
|
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Etc.....
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The Remainder
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
