Plastic Constellations (The)
Black Market Pandas
Is it a shame or a comfortWe say the same things to each otherWhen we leave the city and the skyopens upIs it cliche or truthWe lean on ourselves for the proofAnd we're bored, sick, tired, getting slowTake us homeAnd North CarolinaWe are the same brought upwith rope and smokeAnd West North DakotaWe are the same brought upslow and remoteIs it a shame or a comfortWe say the same things to each otherWhen we gather hopeful in the nightAnd wait upIs it cliche or truthWe lean on ourselves and our youthAnd we're bored, sick, tired, getting slowLetras de cancionesTake us homeAnd East ManitobaWe are the same bored to tearsand aloneAnd Southwestern GeorgiaWe are the same, humidProud and composed
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