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Ce titre est extrait de l'album : Wincing The Night Away

Année de sortie : 2007  |  Label : Sub Pop "Time to put the ear-goggles on!" "No!"

Born to multiply,
born to gaze into night skies
all you want is one more Saturday
but look here, until then
they're gonna buy your life's time
so keep your wick in the air
and your feet in the fetters till the day
you come in doing cartwheels.
We all go out by ourselves,
and your shape on the dance floor
will have me thinking such filth and gouge my eyes

You'd be damned to be one of us girl,
faced with the Dodo's conundrum:
I felt like I could just fly
but nothing'll happen every time I try

A duotone on the wall
The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all
Never dreamt of such sterile hands,
You keep them folded in your lap,
and raise them up to beg for scraps,
You know, he's holding you down
with the tips of his fingers just the same.

Will you be pulled from the ocean,
But just a minute too late
Or changed by a potion,
We’ll find a handsome young mate
For you to love.

You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's,
Well do it now or grow old
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.

Been alone since you were twenty-one,
You haven't laughed since January,
You try and think of this as so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.

Damned to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android's conundrum,
I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
You’re Himmler in your cote,
You don't know how long I have been
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand
and let's jump out the window.

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