Los Campesinos
No Tetris
Maybe it was the bitter coldOr the lingering of the fumes from the paintOr the fact that the music was just a worse version of the last year'sYou said the future's brightI said the future's dourYou know there's always French kisses if the bullet missesBut there's always witness protection to look forward toI've got infinite lives (You've got way too much free time)I've got infinite livesBut you don't have a tetris(Cut up your eye through your scalpPerfect weather for a hangingIt's the perfect weather for a hanging)I've got infinite lives(You've got way too much free time)Well I've got infinite livesBut you don't have a tetris(Cut up your eye through your scalpPerfect weather for a hangingIt's the perfect weather for a hanging)SongtexteTold you the same story twice that nightAnd I don't think you were listening either timeCause the first, you were reading your bookAnd the second, you had gone homeAnd I beat my high-score twice that nightOne thousand, two hundred and sixty-three linesAnd the first time you were reading your bookAnd the second, you had gone homeMatched shoes at dinner again tonightD'ya want it?D'ya want it, want it?
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