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Bright Eyes Letting Off The Happiness

Contrast and compare, between the busy ones and the ones that don't care, until there is no one that you really know. So I drift through these days of

because I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonight. But I give myself three days to feel better, or else I swear I'll drive right off

is there is some better place I could be heading towards, where the selfishly sick and self-absorbed are welcome? I saw the future once, I was drunk in a phone booth. My eyes

The city has sex with itself, I suppose, as the concrete collides where the scenery grows. And the lonely, once-bandaged, lay fully exposed, having undressed

Is the passion all gone Or is it still newly wed? If all this heat's doing Is making us stick to the bed Then there's no life to revive But if the hunger

inside this dream, dream And you watch them take the light from you And you find yourself on a velvet couch Tasting the skin of a foreign girl Her eyes

selected memories 'Cause I just cant think anymore about that Or about her tonight And I give myself three days to feel better Or else I swear am driving off

sure Is there some better place I could be heading towards Where the selfishly sick and self absorbed Are welcome? I saw the future once I was drunk in a phone booth My eyes

Let's sail away past the noise of the bay Let's sail away past the birth and death of the day Let's sail away to where the blues And greens swirl into