Remote And Dark Years Teclado

	  

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I couldn't help but notice that near the  
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corner of your mouth 
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there was a piece of food escaping 
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and it was trying to stay out 

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I started thinking about myself like 
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I always seem to do 
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I couldn't stop myself from saying what 
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might seem theatrical to you it's just 

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I dont want anymore 
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I dont want anymore 
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no more remote and dark years 
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no more remote and dark years 
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no more remote and dark years, dark years 
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no more remote and dark years 


It's like there were these bottles 
near the end of my street 
they were escaping into the sewer 
into the sewer near my feet 
but I picked them up and I flattened them 
and I pushed them through the grates 
I know it seems unrelated 
but I'm trying to relate to you that 
I don't want anymore 
I don't want anymore 
no more remote and dark years 
no more remote and dark years 
no more remote and dark years, dark years 
no more remote and dark years 

I, I, I don't want 
I, I, I 
no more remote and dark years 
I, I, I don't want 
no more remote and dark years 
I, I, I 
no more remote and dark years, dark years 
no more remote and dark years 
I don't want anymore 
remote and dark years, remote and dark years 
I don't want anymore 
remote and dark years, remote and dark years 
I, I, I don't want 
I, I, I  
I, I, I don't want 
I, I, I 
remote and dark years 

I don't want anymore