| The Silver Jews – Self-Ignition Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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The correct lyrics according to David Berman via The Corduroy Suit (www.weeblackshelf.co.uk) oh self ignition, i can feel her suitcase sensing mine she was her own permission, miss nineteen ninety ninety ninety nine nine nine nine charles james sofa, and a household truce and there every wednesday night beneath the counter booth i woke up in a house i could understand the descendants of defendants were making demands. gently thinking backwards on the psychedelic promises god made to me in the dark some of these kids don't have words they're as helpless as parakeets in a park i couldn't believe it, when i saw that you wrote that a burning passenger shouldn't ruin the boat if dreams are your body telling you it's confused then i've got a dream i think you can use all lace and fiction in the lawless rooms where you finally lost your health i read the evening edition and the pumpkin on the porch is trying to heal itself i don't like magic, and i don't like tricks having a helluvah time believing we exist the mailman dreams he's paul revere he wants the whole town to buy him a beer and i have to remember that your not wanting me doesn't make me any less here |
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