paroles de chanson Chicago Is So Two Years Ago - Sparrow Sleeps
My
heart
is
on
my
sleeve
Wear
it
like
a
bruise
or
black
eye
My
badge,
my
witness
Means
that
I
believed
Every
single
lie
you
said
′Cause
every
pane
of
glass
that
your
pebbles
tap
Negates
the
pains
I
went
through
to
avoid
you
And
every
little
pat
on
the
shoulder
for
attention
Fails
to
mention
I
still
hate
you
But
there's
a
light
on
in
Chicago
And
I
know
I
should
be
home
All
the
colors
of
the
street
signs
They
remind
me
of
the
pickup
truck
Out
in
front
of
your
neighbor′s
house
She
took
me
down
and
said:
"Boys
like
you
are
overrated,
so
save
your
breath."
Loaded
words
and
loaded
friends
Are
loaded
guns
to
our
heads
'Cause
every
pane
of
glass
that
your
pebbles
tap
Negates
the
pains
I
went
through
to
avoid
you
And
every
little
pat
on
the
shoulder
for
attention
Fails
to
mention
I
still
hate
you
But
there's
a
light
on
in
Chicago
And
I
know
I
should
be
home
All
the
colors
of
the
street
signs
They
remind
me
of
the
pickup
truck
Out
in
front
of
your
neighbor′s
house
You
want
apologies
Girl,
you
might
hold
your
breath
Until
your
breathing
stops
forever,
forever
The
only
thing
you′ll
get
Is
this
curse
on
your
lips:
(Every
pane
of-)
I
hope
they
taste
of
me,
forever
(Every
pane
of
glass)
There's
a
light
on
in
Chicago
(Every
pane
of)
And
I
know
I
should
be
home
(Every
pane
of
glass)
All
the
colors
of
the
street
signs
They
remind
me
of
the
pickup
truck
out
in
front
of
your
neighbor′s
With
every
breath,
I
wish
your
body
will
be
broken
again,
again
With
every
breath,
I
wish
your
body
would
be
broken
again,
again
(But
there's
a
light
on)
With
every
breath,
I
wish
your
body
will
be
broken
again,
again
With
every
breath,
I
wish
your
body
would
be
broken
again,
again
1 The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes
2 Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over
3 The Pros and Cons of Breathing
4 Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
5 Homesick at Space Camp
6 Tell that Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today
7 Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy
8 Dead On Arrival
9 Grenade Jumper
10 Calm Before the Storm
11 Saturday
12 Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)
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