| opening lyrics | | artist |
|---|
| those who are dead are not dead, they're just sleeping in my head | |
| this town is colder now, I think it's sick of us | |
| the eiffle tower built to smaller scale, the freshest oxygen i'd ever inhale | |
| there's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress | |
| is there anybody out there that wakes up with a bitter taste? | |
| love of mine, someday you will die | |
| daughter's father watches. quietly, we assume | |
| spin round, tell me what to say | |
| you were so young, I guess I'm old. | |
| lights go out and I can't be saved. | |
| you got me caught in all this mess. | |
| high rise, veins of the avenue. Bright eyes in subtle variations of blue | |
| It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes | |
| you may tire of me as our december sun is setting | |
| the atlantic was born today | |
| I've got a lot say to you, yeah I've got a lot to say | |
| she may be young, but she only likes old things | |
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