Photobooth

Death Cab for Cutie

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INTRODUÇÃO (2x) I remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. All the slander and double speak Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean Anything but the blatant proof Was your lips touching mine in the photobooth. REFRÃO And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending And this is all that’s left Scraping paper to document. I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on. (2x) Cup your mouth to compress the sound Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town. And everything that I said was true As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth. Well I lost track when those words were said You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed And soon we woke and I walked you home And it was pretty clear that is was hardly love. REFRÂO And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending And this is all that’s left Scraping paper to document. I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on. (2x) And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending as the alcohol drained the days. And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away. You were so condescending And this is all that’s left Scraping paper to document. I’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on.

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