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Julian Casablancas Phrazes For The Young

least I'll be in another world while you're pissing on my casket.... How could you be (oh-oh-ohh) so perfect for me (oh-oh-ohh) Why can't you ignore (

Running in the parking lot, I'm four years old I am lost, those were the days Soft memory of voices in the other room Comforting you, as you fall asleep

Your faith has got to be greater than your fear. Forgive them even if they are not sorry. All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting. You are looking, for

octopus arm Redecorating late at night Robot game for kids who hate sports Mothers crying at the airport Fighting the dreams you left behind to-do Waving goodbye, your young heart cries for

't funny anymore I can hear it in your voice, there's always a catch We're going nowhere, and we're going there fast. Anything to watch while we are waiting for

: Everything seems to go wrong when I stop drinking. Everything seemed to go my way last night. Everything seems so wrong to me this morning. I know

: I wish that clouds could hold me up like I thought as a child growing up. I wish I could sound as soothing as the rainfall but I am only a drop from

: Running in the parking lot, I'm four years old I am lost, those were the days The soft murmur of voices in the other room Comforting you, as you fall

friend Wish you were here with me Wish I was there with you I'm reaching feeling for you I wanna be up with you again and again We wait for each other