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the shins in 2007 yapımı wincing the night away albümünden nefis bir parça. bulut etkisi yaratır.
frozen into coats,
white girls of the north,
fire past one, fire the one
they are the fabled lambs,
a sunday ham,
the ancient snow.
and they can float above the grass,
in circles if they tried,
a latent power i know they hide,
to keep some hope alive,
that a girl like i
could ever try,
could ever try.
so we just skirt the hallway signs,
a phantom and a fly,
follow the lines and wonder why
there's no connection.
and weakened falling eyes,
in cheap shots from the tribe,
and we're often in marcus’ porch again,
for another afternoon of the goat-head tunes,
and pilfered booze.
we wander through her mama's house,
the milk from the window lights,
family portrait circa ninety-five,
this is that foreign land,
with the sprayed on tans,
and it all feels fine,
be it silk or slime,
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo..
frozen into coats,
white girls of the north,
fire past one, fire the one
they are the fabled lambs,
a sunday ham,
the ancient snow.
and they can float above the grass,
in circles if they tried,
a latent power i know they hide,
to keep some hope alive,
that a girl like i
could ever try,
could ever try.
so we just skirt the hallway signs,
a phantom and a fly,
follow the lines and wonder why
there's no connection.
and weakened falling eyes,
in cheap shots from the tribe,
and we're often in marcus’ porch again,
for another afternoon of the goat-head tunes,
and pilfered booze.
we wander through her mama's house,
the milk from the window lights,
family portrait circa ninety-five,
this is that foreign land,
with the sprayed on tans,
and it all feels fine,
be it silk or slime,
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
so, when they tap our mundane heads,
to zombie-walk in our stead,
this town seems hardly worth our time,
and we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
too fall along in our crime,
stepping over what now towers to the sky,
with no connection.
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo
oooh waooooooo waooooooo..
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