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Es mostren els missatges amb l'etiqueta de comentaris the postal service. Mostrar tots els missatges

dissabte, maig 12, 2007

Dissabte a BCN

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - The Postal Service

Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty.
I'm barely listening
to last demands.

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering
what's buried underneath.

(Where I am)
(Where I am)

I wear my badge.
A vinyl sticker with big block letters
adhering to my chest.

It tells your new friends,
"I am a visitor here."
"I am not permanent."

The only thing
keeping me dry is

It seems so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

DC sleeps alone tomight.
It seems so out of context
in the gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

The District sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening.

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

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(Where I am)

I wear my badge.
A vinyl sticker with big block letters
adhering to my chest.

It tells your new friends,
"I am a visitor here."
"I am not permanent."

The only thing
keeping me dry is

It seems so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

DC sleeps alone tomight.
It seems so out of context
in the gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that "I'm just visiting".

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.

The District sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening.

I am finally seeing
that I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.
I was the one worth leaving.



dissabte, març 17, 2007

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