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| Vivian: "What do you want?"
Edward: "What do you do?"
Vivian: "Everything. But I don't kiss on the mouth."
Edward: "Neither do I."
(Why is that eh?... a seal? I don't get it... I'd rather have it be the other way around. It means more.) | | |
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THE DECEMBERISTS
The Engine Driver
I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I work beside her
She's a long one, such a long one
And if you don't love me let me go...
I'm a country lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines
And if you don't love me let me go...
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones
I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured
And if you don't love me let me go...
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
Home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones
And if you don't love me let me go...
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| I've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
Bring you back to the bar
Get you out of the cold
A sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes
And they're scared that we know
All the crimes they'll commit
Who they'll kiss before they get home
I will lie awake
Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
Barely conscious in the door where you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes its demands
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I'm going to do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone
Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart
Cause it's all you can be
You're a drunk and you're scared
It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free
I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
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| I wanna be the one that you crave.
Crave Me.
Tell your friends how you crave me. | | |
| Driving away from the wreck of the day and the light's always red in the rearview. Desperately close to a coffin of hope. I'd cheat destiny just to be near you.
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up on love.
Driving away from the wreck of the day and I'm thinking bout calling on Jesus. Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love, I'm just falling to pieces.
And maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love when all my resistance will never be distance enough.
Driving away from the wreck of the day and it's finally quiet in my head. Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed.
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up on love... | | |
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