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| jedibumblebee (profile) wrote, on 8-10-2010 at 10:08pm | |
| Music: The Postal Service- The District Sleeps Tonight Subject: I'm staring at the asphalt wondering/ What's buried underneath where I am... |
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| Smeared black ink Your palms are sweaty And I'm barely listening To last demands I'm staring at the asphalt wondering What's buried underneath where I am I'll wear my badge A vinyl sticker with big block letters Adherent to my chest That tells your new friends I am a visitor here: I am not permanent And the only thing keeping me dry is where I am You seem so out of context In this gaudy apartment complex A stranger with your door key Explaining that I am just visiting And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving D.C. sleeps alone tonight You seem so out of context In this gaudy apartment complex A stranger with your door key Explaining that I am just visiting And I finally seeing Why 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 And I am finally seeing Why I was the one worth leaving |
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