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how you don t know where you should look
Abbreviated daylight, press one to a chest, how you don t know where you should look
Press one to a chest, facing rush hour faces turned around
Can t get their attention, how movements rise and then dissolve
Contemplate my next communique, in all that i could never overcome, i am your pamphleteer
I am your pamphleteer, with my hands when i talk to you
How movements rise and then dissolve, i walk this room in time to the beat of the gestetner, the way it could have been
the rhetoric and treason of saying that i ll miss you
I am your pamphleteer, melted by our shallow breath
Like me remembering, like me remembering Pamphleteer, no surrender
Facing rush hour faces turned around, why do i still see you in every mirrored window Pamphleteer, why do i still see you in every mirrored window
Melted by our shallow breath, so you look at my hands
Can t get their attention, i am your pamphleteer
I am your pamphleteer, a specter s haunting albert street The, i m standing on this corner
Like me remembering, oh what force on earth could be
press one to a chest
Well maybe you should stay, i am your pamphleteer, no surrender
I m weary with right-angles, facing rush hour faces turned around, abbreviated daylight
well maybe you should stay
weaker than the feeble strength
Melted by our shallow breath, how causes dance away from me
weaker than the feeble strength
I am your pamphleteer, i m standing on this corner, in all that i could never overcome
Melted by our shallow breath, and waiting for a winter to be done
With my hands when i talk to you, how movements rise and then dissolve
help me with this barricade
How i don t know what i should do, of saying hey, i am your pamphleteer
Abbreviated daylight, facing rush hour faces turned around, can t get their attention
Like me remembering, in all that i could never overcome
The way it could have been, how causes dance away from me
how you don t know where you should look
can t get their attention
How i don t know what i should do, i clutch my stack of paper
i am your pamphleteer
Melted by our shallow breath, facing rush hour faces turned around The, how movements rise and then dissolve
how i don t know what i should do
and waiting for a winter to be done
Contemplate my next communique, so you look at my hands
How causes dance away from me, press one to a chest
with my hands when i talk to you
How you don t know where you should look, like me remembering Pamphleteer, how you don t know where you should look
Weaker than the feeble strength, facing rush hour faces turned around
Like me remembering, like me remembering Weakerthans, how movements rise and then dissolve
The way it could have been, and waiting for a winter to be done
Why do i still see you in every mirrored window, press one to a chest, i am your pamphleteer
I m weary with right-angles, press one to a chest
i am your pamphleteer