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New Pornographers Mass Romantic

I can never place the name with the face. Don't touch me, don't touch me up, to the tee, by the numbers. It's not much but I'm going under. Liar, Liar

Oh blast I drank the wrong draft down, two sips from your crown, the drops you left for me, am I so easily appeased? Madrigal, why didn't you come out

street turns on. Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets when the curtain calls you, speaking on the themes of stolen virtue missing from the radio. Now this romantic

People of earth we have heard your station, sold your song to the United Nations. All on a dare to the heads of state, yeah, what could you do in the

With a map of the endtimes I can follow a straight line to the old Mary Martin Show. Should we go? Since we learned the guitar parts, to the music that

I say my, my slow descent into alcoholism went to my head, where I really need it, with the views that remain untreated. I say my, my, my, my slow descent

I can never place the name with the face I can never place the name with the face Don't touch me, don't touch me up To the tee, by the numbers It's not

Jackie you yourself said it best when you said: There's been a break in the continuum. The United States used to be lots of fun, back when the man and

on. Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets when the curtain calls you, speaking on the themes of stolen virtue missing from the radio (radio). Now this romantic