Sunday, June 21, 2009

Metric


Get hot, get too close to the flame 
Wild, open space 
Talk like an open book 
Sign me up 
Got no time to take a picture 
I'll remember someday all the chances we took 
We're so close to something better left unknown 
We're so close to something better left unknown 

I can feel it in my bones 
Gimme sympathy 
After all of this is gone 
Who'd you rather be? 
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones? 
Oh, seriously 
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young 
Come on, baby, play me a song 
Like, "Here Comes the Sun" 
Come on, baby, play me a song 
Like, "Here Comes the Sun" 

Don't go, stay with the all-unknown 
Stay away from the hooks 
All the chances we took 
We're so close to something better left unknown 
We're so close to something better left unknown 

I can feel it in my bones 
Gimme sympathy 
After all of this is gone 
Who'd you rather be? 
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones? 
Oh, seriously 
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young 
Come on, baby, play me a song 
Like, "Here Comes the Sun" 

Gimme sympathy 
After all of this is gone 
Who'd you rather be? 
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones? 
Oh, seriously 
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young 
Come on, baby, play me a song 
Like, "Here Comes the Sun" 
Come on, baby, play me a song 
Like, "Here Comes the Sun" 
Come on, baby, play me a song 
Like, "Here Comes the Sun" 
Come on, baby, play me a song 
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"

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