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[ti:Patterns of Fairytales] |
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[ar:The National] |
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[al:Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers] |
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Tonight there isn't any light under your door |
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I guess you must be somewhere breathing |
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Where skin and everything still know what they are for |
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And blood remembers where to go |
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I fell in love with you, no matter what you say |
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But you were right about the reasons |
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To turn a magdeline into the month of |
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May I shoulda known the magdeline was me |
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So I'm turning on the stereo |
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And I'm lining up the names |
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On the mixes |
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I made before you |
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And I'm turning into fairytales |
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With glitter and some glue |
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Everything we ever planned to ever do |
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Tonight there isn't any light under your door |
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I guess you must be somewhere breathing |
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In patterns unfamiliar to the one you're underneath |
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I pinned those patterns in my coat |
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So I'm turning on the stereo |
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I'm turning into fairytales |
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Yes, I'm turning on the stereo |
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I'm turning into you |
