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The Lawrence Arms

Beautiful Things

 

Beautiful Things

(альбом: Metropole - 2014)


Typewriter tell me what year it was
Typing to the rhythm of a century on the cusp
We were out there smoking on the sidewalks
We were lovers drinking to another song on the jukebox

Don't kill all the beautiful things
I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
I was so lost, and I was so young

Cinematic, I was cynical on the city bus
Literary wrote lyrics like I thought I was
We were sleeping racing for the future
Bicycle tires spinning revolution

Don't kill all the beautiful things
I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
I was so lost, and I was so young

The city was sweating in the summer heat
I wrote melodies of regret to a def and empty street
I was so lonely it started to rain
The lightning and thunder were singing my name
I thought those songs could save me
I thought those songs could save me

Don't kill all the beautiful things
I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
I was so lost, and I was so young

We were so lost, and we were so young

DON'T KILL ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS

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