| Modern Skirts – Seventeen Dirty Magazines Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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From 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 |
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| Modern Skirts – My Lost Soprano Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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From the CD insert, the corrected lyrics should be: atop the old piano, she sang soprano in the dark apart from lightning, there was not a light in the sky my lullaby was laced with her smiles and my eyes were colorblind and in between her wine sips, she scaled down the ivory and pine and on my wingtips, she made sure the loose ends were tied the sunlight could slide through the blinds at anytime come on home, there's sorrow in my baritone is that the way you want me to sing come on home, i'm tired of all these standard solo songs on the bill without the same ring and then one day on broadway, far from the aged taste of wine my lost soprano on every marquee sign in the sky my lullaby alive in her songs and my eyes so colorblind i've been waiting far too long for you to come and bring it on won't you let me tag along, why go sailing on your own |
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