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Death Cab For Cutie Transatlanticism

I've got a hunger Twisting my stomach into knots That my tongue was tied off My brain's repeating If you've got an impulse let it out But they never make

glued I am waiting for something to go wrong I am waiting for familiar resolve I am waiting for another repeat Another diet fed by crippling defeat And I am waiting for

And all I find are souvenirs from better times Before the gleam of your taillights fading east To find yourself a better life I was searching for some

God bless the daylight The sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine In a still suburban town When every Thursday I'd brave those mountain

I have no resolutions For self assigned penance For problems with easy solutions So everybody put your best suit or dress on Let's make believe that we are wealthy for

and more like a moat. The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more. The distance is quite simply much too far for

Prijevod: Six Feet Under soundtrack. Smrt kabina za Cutie - transatlanticism.

all I find are souvenirs from better times before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life. I was searching for some legal

: there's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and I'm sneaking glances. looking for the patterns in static they start to make sense the longer