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The conversations have blown in through the windowand they've seemed to reach a crescendostill I can't find a "hello, how are you, it's warm today"turn the page, flip the recordbuild a world from this long stream of letters that keeps outthe endless supply of my self doubtI turned off every thought til I could have been asleepnow look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathecould I cut a novel figure here, a novel figure hereIf I were made into the lead?That's the last page but start it over.though I can't stay in this room much longer.If my adventures were worth reportingthere'd be less of my own blank yearningabsorbed in descriptions of a crooked smile.I turned off every thought til I could have been asleepnow look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathecould I make a novel figure here, a novel figure hereIf I were made into the lead?The minor characters never make a soundThere's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.when will we write something that no one could put down.Letras de cancionesThere's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.The minor characters never make a soundThere's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.We're sleeping over in the grown up bedrooms nowthere's nothing wrong with playing background for this townand in the morning you forgot all last nights doubtthere's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.You took your band on tour and pushed some sound around.when will we write something that no one could put down?maybe there's nothing to surprise us anyhowwhen will we write something that no one could put down.I turned off every thought til I could have been asleepnow look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathecould I cut a novel figure here, a novel figure hereIf I were made into the lead? From Letras Mania