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The Exchange Rate For Spending Nights
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Rock - Rock General
Previous peak charts position #859
Previous peak charts position in subgenre #189
November 19, 2006
MP3 3.1 MB
128 kbps bitrate
3:22 minutes
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"The Exchange Rate For Spending Nights" Can you hear the hush? Let's not be alone. We can feel the touch before we get home... Somebody call the Surgeon General I need a warning on my forehead because these thoughts are the cyanide in a cigarette. I control them like a kid controls fire with gasoline in hell for telling lies. The space between us is wide but not as wide as my smile. Please make the first move before my clothes go back out of style. Cut me off, just a little of the top. I like my gin from the spades and my cocktails molitov for you. Am I onto you yet if it's working then say so, or say you've had enough. I'll be outside of your house they say that I'm dreaming, but I will call it love. Somebody sound the signal I'm receiving eyes that say don't be alarmed. Perhaps the traps I've set tripped her up in my open arms. I can never really tell for sure if I am sitting next to the only cure for guys like me are funny and cool but not as cool as I hope. I am the chuckle they can't understand from the joke. Lay me down and read a story that ends well so I'll be the knight and you'll be the damsel now. A stifled laugh for a boy cut in half at the seems of his shirt that never fit quite right and I know if I had one right foot, I'd put it forward to dance the night away until our heels wear down to the bone. Am I onto you yet if it's working then say so, or say you've had enough. I'll be outside of your house they say that I'm dreaming, but I will call it love. If we have to sing a duet I'll sing your praises, and you'll sing the song. If I had you tell me that you loved me then I'd say I knew it all along. If you're dying and you know it clap your hands and give me a sign all I need is your signature just to verify that I'm your biggest fan. Tying knots in my torso is a class you teach at summer camp. If you're dying and you know it clap your hands and give me a sign all I need is your signature just to verify that I'm your biggest fan. Shooting glances at dances and trying to make out what I hear���� A stifled laugh for a boy cut in half at the seems of his shirt that never fit quite right and I know if I had one right foot, I'd put it forward to dance the night away until our heels wear down to the bone. Am I onto you yet if it's working then say so, or say you've had enough. I'll be outside of your house they say that I'm dreaming, but I will call it love. If we have to sing a duet I'll sing your praises, and you'll sing the song. If I had you tell me that you loved me then I'd say I knew it all along.
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