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Run to catch the train Porous metal sound grinding Needle drops The strings creep tunnel wind sweeps like the first note of the symphony Sonic upheaval Your subway trash Spending all this cash Submersible weasel I'm out of breath My cheeks are red I look like I'm 25 You're looking at my phone Convinced I lied My bag is checked I'm on the next plane I say I'll be back But what if I never see you again How angry would you be How hard did you fall Racing through the turn stiles Gotta make last call I dropped my gloves in the pub All the mementos you keep in your closet in a corner on the floor All this upheaval Your memorabilia People are just people You collect them like a hamster like there will never be more
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:36 AM UTC
Upheaval
Run to catch the train Porous metal sound grinding Needle drops The strings creep tunnel wind sweeps like the first note of the symphony Sonic upheaval Your subway trash Spending all this cash Submersible weasel I'm out of breath My cheeks are red I look like I'm 25 You're looking at my phone Convinced I lied My bag is checked I'm on the next plane I say I'll be back But what if I never see you again How angry would you be How hard did you fall Racing through the turn stiles Gotta make last call I dropped my gloves in the pub All the mementos you keep in your closet in a corner on the floor All this upheaval Your memorabilia People are just people You collect them like a hamster like there will never be more
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Portuguese
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:36 AM UTC
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