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Radio Free Alice - The Intersection
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Текст песни: Drop me by the intersection
Drop me by the ol' correction
Send me books on love and sex, and
Send me books whilst I was sectioned
Nothing else, my education
For no one else, this adoration
Hold me without explanation
Leave me by the intersection
And I know it's an occasion
Oh yes, I know it's an occasion
Been a year of regulation
Plastic spoons and medication
Dreamt of you at Central Station
Laughing like a mental patient
Not a time for retrospection
Nothing but the intersection
Shaking like a leaf for the second time this week
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
Now back at home with Mum and Dad
The ticking of the second hand
Louder than the ceiling fan
It's louder than a metal band
You fumble for the nightstand
And smash a glass with heavy hands
Can't take a night of fake affection
Just take me to the intersection
Shaking like a leaf for the second time this week
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
I know I've been no use, and I know this time there's proof
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
I saw the siren of my youth
And she was drinking in a phone booth
Drop me where they'll understand
It wasn't glass that cut my hand
There's nothing else behind the curtain
Nothing else but thoughts of back when
You held me without explanation
And left me by the intersection
Shaking like a leaf for the second time this week
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
Drop me by the ol' correction
Send me books on love and sex, and
Send me books whilst I was sectioned
Nothing else, my education
For no one else, this adoration
Hold me without explanation
Leave me by the intersection
And I know it's an occasion
Oh yes, I know it's an occasion
Been a year of regulation
Plastic spoons and medication
Dreamt of you at Central Station
Laughing like a mental patient
Not a time for retrospection
Nothing but the intersection
Shaking like a leaf for the second time this week
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
Now back at home with Mum and Dad
The ticking of the second hand
Louder than the ceiling fan
It's louder than a metal band
You fumble for the nightstand
And smash a glass with heavy hands
Can't take a night of fake affection
Just take me to the intersection
Shaking like a leaf for the second time this week
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
I know I've been no use, and I know this time there's proof
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
I saw the siren of my youth
And she was drinking in a phone booth
Drop me where they'll understand
It wasn't glass that cut my hand
There's nothing else behind the curtain
Nothing else but thoughts of back when
You held me without explanation
And left me by the intersection
Shaking like a leaf for the second time this week
But they're talking so much
I can't say a word
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