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Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
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Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
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Benjamin Lanz
Benjamin Lanz
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Bryan Devendorf
Bryan Devendorf
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Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
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James McAlister
James McAlister
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Kyle Resnick
Kyle Resnick
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Mina Tindle
Mina Tindle
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Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
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Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
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Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The National
The National
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Bella Blasko
Bella Blasko
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Benjamin Lanz
Benjamin Lanz
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Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
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James McAlister
James McAlister
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Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
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Mina Tindle
Mina Tindle
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Sean O’brien
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Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
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Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
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How you tapped on a box of blue American Spirits At Anyway Café, a little under a month, before the ashes And management capital files filled the streets How we wove through the cones walkin' home to the place On Atlantic, you shared with your hilarious sister Kickin' off your black flats, demolished and laughin' I keep what I can of you Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds You in my New Order t-shirt Holdin' a cat and a glass of beer When you rescued me from the customs cops in Hawaii And I shut down the place with my Japanese novelty bomb And your dad came along How you had me lay down for a temperature check With the cool of your hand on the back of my neck When I said, "I think I'm finally goin' crazy, for real" I keep what I can of you Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds You in my New Order t-shirt Holdin' a cat and a glass of beer I flicker through I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket You in a Kentucky aquarium Talkin' to a shark in a corner You in a bath on the phone, tellin' somebody That maybe they're better off leavin' Than stayin' in it alone You in a bath on the phone, tellin' somebody That maybe they're better off leavin' Than stayin' in it alone When you cried at the beach and recovered in seconds And said, "Everythin"s fine," but I knew that it wasn't Then you stayed out of reach of me for almost a year How you looked like a poster of a 70s movie Standin' outside at the base of your magazine skyscraper Waitin' for me to go drinkin' downtown I keep what I can of you Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds You in my New Order t-shirt Holdin' a cat and a glass of beer I flicker through I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket You in a Kentucky aquarium Talkin' to a shark in a corner I keep what I can of you Split-second glimpses and snapshots and sounds You in my New Order t-shirt Holdin' a cat and a glass of beer I flicker through I carry them with me like drugs in a pocket You in a Kentucky aquarium Talkin' to a shark in a corner
Writer(s): Matthew D. Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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