In old Hollywood, proud and gray
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All of the ghosts gathered 'round the TV
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We can argue all that you like
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We can argue until we fight
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But the loser may have been right
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Glamorous, black and white
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Zoning out, most the night
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Why do we end up imitating
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All the ones that we once were hating?
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Men are clumsy, violent fools
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Women are a delicate pool of flowers and cobras
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Short story long
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I put it in a song
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As the TV was shouting on
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Because being quiet can sometimes
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Be more powerful than being right
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You could try it
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We can argue all that you like
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We can argue until we fight
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But the loser may have been right
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Old Hollywood
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Julian Casablancas |