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[words by Broken Social Scene]
Library cards
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash
Under my window
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
--They lost their lives in backyards.
Park that car
Drop that phone
These people drinking lovers' spit
--It's time we grow old.
I like it all
that way:
Library cards
Rented faces
--They lost their lives.
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
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