Paroles Lesser Oceans

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She asked 'how's Seattle' in some motherly talk,
Its okay, its mostly grey,
I think I'm just leveling off.

And sometimes I think I'm running around,
Like a dog with no song, no song.

And I'm following some flickering lamp,
In the fog, the fog.

I know, I know, that I'm getting older.
I don't think they really like me.
If I could stay just a little longer,
They might be giving up new greys.

Think back, to the time we drove
To Park Slope for a walk
It's okay, it's far away
I just think I'm measuring ours

And sometimes I think you're writing this down
For the songs, the songs, the songs
And it's something that you don't really feel
But it's ours, it's ours, it's ours

I know, I know, that I'm getting older.
I don't think they really like me. Pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, it's getting cold upon your shoulders
Pa-pa-pa-pa

I know, I know, that I'm getting older.
I don't think they really like me.
If I could stay just a little longer,
They might be giving up new greys

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Fences

Album Lesser Oceans

Paroles de Lesser Oceans

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