lyrics by Interpol
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- I haven't drawn a Harry Potter pic in so long, so...
- and he shouted to the rain, "you're late!"
- with winter towards the door
- torn-out
- you look like an irish proverb
- people, man. people
- he will gather the like terms
- post-mortem dancing
- the luxury of boredom
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2 comments:
do you like turn off the bright lights or antics more?
holla interpol.
bright lights music-wise, and antics lyrics-wise.
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