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The bar queue's a showcase of Dangerfield threads
The DJ's spinning "This Charming Man" again
All the cool kids saying that they already knew it
Singing "I'm so fucking indie, I don't even listen to music"
A map of the entire world
To pinpoint just where we are
We know every song word for word
And we're playing air guitar
Guitar
They came in carrying buckets coming from the south
Until every stovepipe was washed out
And every A-line skirt was met with a different crowd
And every popped collar their wardrobe allowed
We're sticking to the floor at the Rochester again
They've watered down all the beer
And nobody is dancing
Dancing
I wasn't asking for a sales pitch
I wanted to ask if you could teach
Teach me how to use a Holga
We could spend the late afternoon taking long exposures
We go back every year just to see if it's the same
'Cause of some sentimental value we're trying to recover
Like a T-shirt in the closet that belonged to an ex-lover
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down all the beer
And nobody is dancing
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down all the beer
And nobody is dancing
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down all the beer
And nobody is dancing
We're sticking to the floor at Rochester again
They've watered down all the beer
And nobody is dancing
We knew that we had to leave
We knew that we had to leave
Everyone we knew had gone
We knew that we had to
We knew that we had to
We knew that we had to leave
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Hide in the corner of the living room
Quietly hope your parents won't find you
The penny had dropped and you weren't aware
That the music stopped and you were left with no chair
All of the music stopped
All of the music stopped
And you're left standing there
We're all made in the dark
You cut your short to
Make friends with all the punks
And now it clogs
Up in your drainpipe and the
Bathroom begins to flood
I preferred you when we met
You looked better a brunette
As I rolled over to switch off the bed light
We hadn't made any eye contact all night
You poisoned your tree to make way for the path
And now the sun scorches brown all the long grass
All of the music stopped
All of the music stopped
And you're left with no chair
We're all made in the dark
You cut your short to
Make friends with all the punks
And now it clogs
Up in your drainpipe and the
Bathroom begins to flood
I preferred you when we met
You looked better a brunette
In summer you were blonde
In winter you were red
In summer you were blonde
In winter you were
All of the music stopped
All of the music stopped
And you're left standing there
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The believer you claim to be
Seems more to me like make believe
You've left your home and family
Now you're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
The believer you claim to be
Seems more to me like make believe
You've gone as far as you can go
With no more maps and no more roads
No more maps and no more roads
No more maps and no more roads
No more maps and no more roads
No more maps and no more roads
No more maps and no more roads
No more maps and no more roads
No more maps and no more roads
No more maps and
No
More
Roads
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with uncertainty
You're left with
You're left with
No
More
Roads
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Marcio
03:19
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Sorry I called tails and left you with the head
Sorry I laughed when said that he looked like he was dead
You never know how to react 'til you're in the shoes that just stepped in shit
In hindsight I can say I'm sorry the reaction didn't fit
You don't know what you'll do until it's done
Sorry I didn't call you right away
You can call it shock or stupidity
It's all the same
Wouldn't have made a difference anyway
But that won't stop me from beating myself up again and again
You don't know what you'll do until it's done
Early checkout before your time
Jaw locked shut so as not to reveal your dentist's smile
Spiderwebs and honeycomb
Veins like road maps to all the
Places you'll never go
You don't know what you'll do until it's done
And the mistakes you'll make can never be undone
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The Good China Melbourne, Australia
The Good China is an energetic, instrument-swapping eight-piece indie pop band from Melbourne, Australia.
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