paroles de chanson From 24c - The Matches
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dial,
digits
dial...
tone,
monotone
Has
she
been
feigning
sleeping?
Framing
she
been
all
alone?
Downslide
on
the
sidewalk,
I'm
a
distant
ring
Out
of
body,
out
of
body,
Pick
me
up,
oh
answer
me
I
just
hurried
over
Worried
sick
You
might
be
sick.
Gates
are
courting
airplanes,
And
clocks
divorcing
ticks
Before
I
left,
thought
I'd
see
you
At
the
show,
you
didn't
show
Didn't
message,
didn't
call
You
didn't
know,
didn't
you
know?
I'm
a
liar
too
Uh
huh,
that's
why
I
think
I
understand
you
Someone
from
your
building
holds
for
me
a
door
I'm
in
your
lobby,
your
elevator
I'm
on
your
floor,
the
second
floor
I
can
hear
you
now
With
my
ear
pressed
to
the
paint
You're
playing
that
cassette
tape
That
you
took
from
me
to
take
to
Iowa
And
that
was
near
three
years
ago
Now
I'm
back
up
in
that
moment
Playing
that
yardsale
Casio
I
sang
to
you
from
a
red
room
(Together
we'll
grey,
grey,
grey)
Does
he
sing
to
you
as
well?
Much
better,
most
would
say
I
hear
him
laughing
But
I
prefer
this
to
the
silence
When
your
lips
are
sealed
against
his
Or
he
fills
your
thighs
with
kisses
Or
just
for
instance
He's
clawing
your
fat,
Pushing
your
breasts
into
the
mattress
You'll
love
a
good
many
men,
mmhmm
And
loving
me
ain't
gonna
stop
all
of
them
Like
Adam
we
are
flawed
In
the
image
of
our
gods
Of
our
fathers,
who
never
bothered
To
consider
they
were
not
the
only
ones
(Faith,
ohhh...)
Faith
oh
faith,
is
a
way
to
believe
lies
that
we
need
Then
to
be
faithful
is
to
be
truthless
But
that's
more
than
I
need
to
say
Oh
just
don't
run
off
and
get
married
And
I'll
surely
be
okay
'Cause
I
love
you
They'll
love
a
good
many
'you's
Gotta
go
now
Pack
my
suitcase
Glad
that
you're
okay,
And
I
love
you,
happy
birthday,
See
you
in
sixteen
days.
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