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The Postal Service

Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty And I'm barely listening to last demands I'm staring at the asphalt wondering What's buried underneath Where

I was waiting for a cross-town train In the London underground when it struck me That I've been waiting since birth to find a love That would look and

I take a breath and pull the air in 'Til there's nothing left I'm feeling green like Teenage lovers between the sheets Ba, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba ba Ba,

I've got a cupboard with cans of food Filtered water and pictures of you And I'm not coming out until this is all over And I'm looking through the glass

Last week I had the strangest dream Where everything was exactly how it seemed Where there was never any mystery on who shot John F. Kennedy It was just

How can I just let you walk away? Just let you leave without a trace When I stand here taking every breath with you You're the only one who really knew

(1 min. and 4 secs. of no lyrcis just music.) In due time, you'll finally see. There's barely time, for us to breath. In due time, we'll finally see

It was familiar to me The smoke too thick to breathe The tile floors glistened I slowly stirred my drink And when you started to sing You spoke with

it was familiar to me the smoke too thick to breathe the tile floors glistened i slowly stirred my drink and when you started to sing you spoke with broken