Gravitated towards a taste
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For foreign films and modern plays
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But that machine could only
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Bend to squares five to six times
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Before your fingers came unwired...
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Weights down so that you could move forwards
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Pinch to snub that restless nerve
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And knock the wind from one last urge
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With two fingers a rock glass,
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Time passed and that was that
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Quite a slip (a loosened grasp)... what a way to cut lengthwise...
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Bend To Squares
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Death Cab For Cutie |