Tekster: Bright Eyes. Falling Out Of Love At This Volume.

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Tell me what you wanted to hear
Let me do the right thing
Let me do the wrong thing
And if it's ever this clear
I will only say it once
Just let me turn the amps way up
So you can hear nothing
And if I die tonight
Then I guess I die tonight
Let me go on

Just say what you wanted to say
I cannot stand these talks, dear
They only get to nowhere
It's never resolved
We only run around
You always say that anyone
Could be just like me

If it was a different time
And a different place to be
You would go on