"We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall
I am sorry to report dear Paris is burning after all."
“And I can’t see the future
But I know it’s watching me.”
"And I do my best impression of weightlessness now too,
And I might be wrong, I might be wrong, I might be wrong."
“We’re sleeping underneath the bed
To scare the monsters out.”
“So Marry me, John
Marry me, John I’ll be so good to you
You won’t realize I’m gone
You won’t realize I’m gone”
You won’t realize I’m gone
You won’t realize I’m gone”
“Tomorrow’s some kind of stranger land where all the news is good.”
- Annie Clark (St. Vincent)
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