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• Artiste: Polite Sleeper
• Titre: Into Loud Talkers
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I got this thing for things that make no sense Like on the ride to work in most morning I tell myself to keep your eyes on the road Cause some bridge will open up and we'll just fall right through With this fear comes a comfort in routine I know where I'll be when gravity finally comes for me Sometimes I drink to that Sometimes I had to medicate Sometimes I'm causing trouble Sometimes I just go on and fake it But oh, what have the miles done to me? And with you--oh you--I never question it You got a thing for things that make no sense I know you now, I knew you back then When I was into loud talkers and you, good lookers We found a bench, had a picnic off the Hudson I pulled a bottle from deep inside this backpack I said, the buildings are like kingdoms of the casino kind You pulled the cork and we both drank to that Oh, these paper cups and plastic plates But oh, it's the first thing to make sense all day Hope it's not all she wrote I hope, my God, I said it right right now In this face I see a history similar In this past I see nothing but reminders When I say things like this I could just sit here all night Worry about the morning just making no sense