Co-pilots Of The LCD Scene Songtext
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When angles become turning points.
Shakers and liers last forever.
We met when we were 8 and your parents threw a patio party.
I said it to you then:
"Everybody finger paints.
But no communicates.
Quite like you do with your sarcastic slue.
You don't try very hard to make your history hurt."
And they listen even to the less exciting parts.
When angles become turning points.
Shakers and liers last forever.
We met when we were 8 and your parents threw a patio party.
I said it to you then:
"Everybody finger paints.
But no communicates.
Quite like you do with your sarcastic slue.
You don't try very hard to make your history hurt."
And they listen even to the less exciting parts.
When angles become turning points.
Memories ingage in selected behavior.
We ran into each other at the train station in Boston.
Do you remember how everybody finger paints?
But no communicates.
Quite like you do with your sarcastic slue.
You don't try very hard to make your history hurt.
Quite like you do with your sarcastic slue.
You don't try very hard to make your history hurt.
And they listen even to the less exciting parts.
We ran into each other at the train station in Boston.
Do you remember how everybody finger paints?
But no communicates.
Quite like you do with your sarcastic slue.
You don't try very hard to make your history hurt.
Quite like you do with your sarcastic slue.
You don't try very hard to make your history hurt.
And they listen even to the less exciting parts.
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