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Broken Social Scene Forgiveness Rock Record

Texico bitches, have you begun again? Texico bitches, I think you found a friend Texico bitches, the air you breathe is real Texico bitches, why do you

There was a way with the promises And in a little while another way Has it moved highways Thought I knew But I don't Out here we're made all of us,

Vagina 1, 2, 3, 4 Me and my hand We've been together Since I was born Since I was in the world Seen the light go out Seen light come in Me and my hand

The newspaper writer, tears you like a thread You're lookin' for your sailor boy The music's uncertainly, disconcertin' me We're lookin' for your sailor

I thought you were the sweetest kill Did I even know? And all the time we thought we did Was it just for show? If they try to pull you out Would you

Art house director, art house director We lost magic light until tomorrow night Art house director, art house director Make the waters part into an empty

All the dirty fingers picking up finds Bruised with a motherless childish mind To be kind in the line of design without a proper subject Got all apologies

Friend, a friend you used to call mmmmmm a friend, a friend you used to call mmmmmm when you back me, i was gone mmmmmm when you back me, i was gone

11:06 AM The newspaper ride is hanging like a thread You're looking for your sailor boy The music uncertainly, disconcertingly You're looking for your