Текст песни
Sitting
up
on
my
couch
While
listening
to
The
Killers
You
fold
my
eyes
and
ears
in
half
And
I'm
not
getting
up
I'm
not
getting
up
I
was
in
that
little
sweater
Forced
me
into
This
ugly
winter
daydream
Where
I
dreamt
of
everything
Where
I
dreamt
of
everything
I
was
in
that
I
was
in
that
So
seasick
I
fell
into
a
lake
I
missed
so
many
things
They
call
me
"The
Virgin
Murderer"
I
cannot
move
Swan
swans
float
up
in
the
falling
ice
You
only
have
three
seconds
left
To
ask
one
genius
I
don't
remember
Rememberin'
the
last
time
I
saw
the
Leopards
Do
I
just
have
to
like
stop?
I
miss
you
so
much
I
miss
you
Eight
fucking
years
Eight
fucking
years
I
miss
you
I
miss
you
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