Cheer up shadow, you've got to keep the weight. Pick ups you get for free. Bail yr change but don't bail on me, I'll swap our skylines, redraw the underground. Mark places you'd never see, Anywhere but where you need to be.So come on darling, what are you saying to me? There's a gap in the fringe, there's a hole in the city where The lost sparks flicker in the gaijin bars.How they could never be theirs and they're no longer ours. And if the moves he makes don't work in the morningYou should just. Leave. Jet over yr desperate crowd, yr passport photo Tumblr proud And the bad endings will be like scars fading. I hear the hours are pretty cruel. Some nights you wished you'd jumped into the pool. So come on darling, what are you saying to me? There's a gap in the fringe, there's a hole in the city where The lost sparks flicker in the gaijin bars. How they could never be theirs and they're no longer ours. And if the moves you make don't seem so smart in the morning, I can almost see him leaving. Hands on yr hips and yr eyes to the ceiling. But if the moves you make don't seem so smart when you wake up,Just put on yr headphones and walk out the flat, Go let the subway, drag yr tired frame back, I hear every station has its own ring tone, There's like 300 stops and none of them sound like home.
Lyrics by Johnny Foreigner
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