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Album: Turn On The Bright Lights (2002)
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  • Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to
    That is all that I can do
    You are a past dinner, the last winner, I'm raking all around me
    Until the last drop is behind you

    You're so cute when you're frustrated, dear
    Well, you're so cute when you're sedated, dear
    I'm resting

    Sleep tight, grim rite
    We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite
    We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite
    We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tonight
    Sleep tonight, sleep tonight
    Sleep tonight

    You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into
    That is all that you can do
    You are a past sinner, the last winner and everything we've come to
    It makes you, you
    You cannot safely say while I will be away
    That you will not consider sadly
    How you helped me to stray
    You will not reach me I am
    Resenting a position that's fast resentment
    And now I can consider now there is this distance so

    Sleep tight, grim rite
    We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite
    We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight, grim rite
    We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tonight
    Sleep tonight, sleep tonight
    Sleep tonight

    Something to say
    Something to do
    Nothing to say
    When there's nothing to do (ah, ah) Writer/s: Carlos Andres Dengler, Daniel Alexander Kessler, Paul Julian Banks
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Daniel from New YorkThis song is pretty crazy. Like I can barely comprehend what the song is about, which is pretty rare for me. I like the feel that this song has. It's dark but has a sense of hope to it towards the end, like the singer is looking for a way out of the bad relationship experiences.
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