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The Domestics
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Tower Blocks
Go out the back I'll clean up the blood and the glass The bartender's yelling as she falls on her ass Drive her home, give her someplace to sleep it off
They're calling the cops while she's combing her hair with her hands Passing tower blocks in the mirror You're checking your breath but you're in the clear
And you were made to love her
'What's there to drink?' She picks out two glasses and a bottle from the rack in the hall Lights a cigarette, makes an ashtray of an empty pack
She tastes like the rain on the sidewalk when you miss the last train Like the start of a dream when you know how it ends If you close your eyes tight She feels like home but she'll be gone in the morning もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
And you were made to love her
'Do you want my number?' She said ' I can get it from a friend You're not hard to find now, I know where you live I don't keep a phone, that's just how it is
But you can see me in the faded traffic signs In the bends in the blinds In the New York times In the misdemeanor crimes In the soup kitchen lines In anything else that the looters leave behind'
And you were made to love her
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