still frame, a face put to a name
i'll be on the back of your mind
track taste, this day's been such a waste
like boxing with our hands in a bind

stood me up on friday night
and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn't right
and why i always talk with my hands at night
to keep you from the back of my mind

check mate, a move you made to me
sleeping in the closet like ghosts
back door, the way we were before
the gravity was killing us both

seventeen dirty magazines
two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans
and i'm asking if you would care to dine
and keep me on the back of your mind
(chorus repeats)

would it be alright this time
i'll sleep until the moment you may decide
and i'm just an atom without a blind to keep you on the back of my mind




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Seventeen Dirty Magazines song meanings
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    General CommentFrom the CD insert, the corrected lyrics should be:

    still frame, a face put to a name
    i'll be on the back of your mind
    dry taste, this day's been such a waste
    like boxing with our hands in a bind

    stood me up on a friday night
    and you had the nerve to ask me what was it like
    and why i always talk with my hands a lot
    to keep you on the back of my mind

    checkmate, a move you made too late
    sleeping in the closet like ghosts
    backdoor, the way we were before
    the clarity was killing us both

    seventeen dirty magazines, two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans
    and i'm asking if you would care to dine, and keep me on the back of your mind

    would it be alright this time, i'll sleep until the moment you make me sign
    and i'm passing out on the dotted line to keep you on the back of my mind
    aardvark4on November 17, 2008   Link

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