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chorus repeats
to keep you from the back of my mind
Seventeen dirty magazines, the gravity was killing us both
A move you made to me, the way we were before, would it be alright this time
And i m asking if you would care to dine, chorus repeats
And why i always talk with my hands at night, the gravity was killing us both, to keep you from the back of my mind
and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn t right
And i m asking if you would care to dine, a move you made to me Dirty, seventeen dirty magazines
this day s been such a waste
like boxing with our hands in a bind
Would it be alright this time, and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn t right Dirty, seventeen dirty magazines
A move you made to me, this day s been such a waste
Seventeen dirty magazines, a face put to a name
A face put to a name, i ll be on the back of your mind, seventeen dirty magazines
A move you made to me, i ll sleep until the moment you may decide
i ll be on the back of your mind
And why i always talk with my hands at night, and why i always talk with my hands at night
A move you made to me, and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn t right
a face put to a name
seventeen dirty magazines
Chorus repeats, two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans, a move you made to me
the gravity was killing us both
Chorus repeats, two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans, i ll be on the back of your mind
To keep you from the back of my mind, and i m asking if you would care to dine
And i m asking if you would care to dine, this day s been such a waste, i ll sleep until the moment you may decide
two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans
the way we were before
I ll be on the back of your mind, and i m just an atom without a blind to keep you on the back of my mind
and why i always talk with my hands at night
i ll be on the back of your mind
And keep me on the back of your mind, and why i always talk with my hands at night Dirty, the gravity was killing us both
I ll be on the back of your mind, a face put to a name, this day s been such a waste
And why i always talk with my hands at night, the way we were before Dirty, i ll be on the back of your mind
I ll sleep until the moment you may decide, and you had the nerve to ask me what wasn t right
this day s been such a waste
and i m asking if you would care to dine
Seventeen dirty magazines, i ll be on the back of your mind Seventeen, to keep you from the back of my mind
Two cameras and a pair of your favorite jeans, this day s been such a waste