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The Twilight Sad
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Cold Days From The Birdhouse
Lyricist:Mark Devine, James Graham, Andrew Macfarlane, Craig Orzel
Another hotel With ruined plans Romantic gesture With ruined plans
And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own
Another phone call With ruined plans Romantic gesture With ruined plans
And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own But this is where your arm can't go
And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now I'm going where you should
I'll unplug your mind
I see it when you lie We all look so surprised And, well, you come back You come back
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And breath and then spoke sighs Like a puppet told to drive Well, you come back
And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now
And your red sky at night won't follow me It won't follow me now And your red sky at night won't follow me You won't follow me now
Where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners?
So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners? And where are your manners? And where are your manners? So, where are your manners?
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