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Woke up on a bench somewhere in Brooklyn With a suitcase full of Polaroids and broken glass In each photograph, I saw a memory Of you and I kissing in the hiss of summer grass And you're still with me Even though you don't even know It get your free sceneryWaltzing on the linoleum in an empty station Between strobe light flickers and a hollow hologram Licking sticky dew of your skinny chest While massaging every rib and muscle from your neck down through your back And you're still with me Even though you don't even know It gets your free sceneryThere's too much noise on my brain For me to maintain Composure through your strange behaviorStrange behavior (x2)You and I know the cold tickle of a dying twilight Between musty hotel sheets and our fickle delights My litmus test suggests we're obtusely complex Letras de cancionesI promise you everything will be a success if you don't suppress this And you're still with me Even though you don't even know It gets your free sceneryWoke up in a room somewhere in Vegas With a suitcase full of Polaroids and broken glass Every photograph was blurred with the Richter effect And I kissed each and every one until they were all clear and perfect And you're still with me Even though you don't even know It gets your free sceneryThere's too much noise on my brain For me to maintain Composure through your strange behaviorStrange behavior (x4) From Letras Mania