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.Death Cab for Cutie :: Photobooth.

I remember when the days were long
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn:
Constant quarrelling, the childish fits,
And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman;
All the slander and doublespeak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything but the blatant proof
Was your lips touching mine in a photobooth.

And as the summer's ending,
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
And this is all that's left.
Scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny-dipping with the kids from a nearby town,
everything that I said was true
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
I lost track and then those words were said,
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke and I walked you home
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.

And as the summers ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
And this is all that's left
Scraping paper to document
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move
on

And as the summers ending
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
As the alcohol drained the days

And as the summers ending,
The cold air will rush your hard heart away
You were so condescending:
And this is all that's left.
The empty bottles, spent cigarettes
So pack a change of clothes 'cause it's time to move on.

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