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I show up, you can't wear that dress. Your friends are all blocks, they're all architects. Constructing shapes that I can't see. Walking dictaphones and trendy magazines. I saw you there at the Friday show. You look so strange in your brand new clothes. You spoke with an accent I don't know. I guess it's true, we all have to grow up soon. You said you had places that you needed to be, But places aren't the same when you're not with me. 'So go', you said and I did. You've got to stop talking in patterns and grids. I know, it's true, this shouldn't be the end. Oh, let's just pretend. You said you had places that you needed to be, but places aren't the same when you're not with me.
(The Answering Machine: Oh, Christina!)And I know that life is hard. What we wanted can't be ours. Tried throwing caution to the wind. I really wanted to work it out. You're not the one who's always right, and I'm not everything you like. We can't be angels all the time, but for a moment you were mine.
And when I'm feeling kind of empty inside, it's not your fault, no - it's mine. Stop making it all about me, you've got to look closer to find it out.
(Paul Aiden: Amongst the Wreckage)In two more years, my sweetheart, we will see another view. Such longing for the past for such completion. What was once golden has now turned a shade of grey. I've become crueler in your presence. They say: "be brave, there's a right way in a wrong way". This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever. I know, my love, this is not the only story you can tell. This pain won't last for ever, this pain won't last for ever. And we cover our lies with handshakes and smiles and we try to remember our alibis. We tell lies to our parents, who hide in their rooms. We bury our secrets in the garden (Bloc Party: Two More Years)
If I could do it again, I'd make more mistakes. I'd not be so scared of falling. (Bloc Party: Waiting For The 7.18)
In the gaps, between words, are the things that really intrigue me. It's the gasps, and the sighs, that say more about what's inside you. (Maxïmo Park: Girls Who Play Guitars)
I was brought up with my own beliefs. And well, I prided myself on being free. But you'll always be the last who sees, you are a victim of mass production. (The Cribs: Victim of Mass Production)
I'll never forget how all this begun, and I will never regret a thing I have done. But you would never exist without us... Oh, so maybe I do. (The Cribs: Our Bovine Public)
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down.
I've been too honest with myself. I should've lied, like everyone else. (Manic Street Preachers: Faster)Why am I so scared to be home? Is to ‘cos the street don’t know me anymore? My heart will shake and my eyes will close as I get out of this minor confused state. Confused state. (The Xcerts: Home Vs Home)
Racing thoughts all too real, you're moving so fast now I can't hold your image. This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder. A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses, then dawn again. Untethered to this post you've sunk in me.
Every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air -
Twisting your heel and your knees up around me, my face in your hair. You scream so well, your smile so loud, still rings in my ears.
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead. (The Cribs: Be Safe)-
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