sábado, 12 de setembro de 2009


Roland (Interpol)

Shh...Come on, come on
Hey My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knivesHe carries them all over the town at least he tries

Oh look it stopped snowingMy best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly, you like that

He always took the time to speak with me
And I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly you like that[What is this, a throw away?
What is this, a throw away?
He always took the time, he always took the time
Please get some help, please get some help
C'mon now, pussycat
My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives

He carries them all over the town at least he tries
Oh look it stopped snowingAnd my best friend's from Poland and, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared
He severed segments secretly, you like that

He always took the time to speak with meAnd I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly you like that
What is this, a throw away? What is this, a throw away?
He was growing on me
What is this, a throw away? A throw away? A throw away? A throw away?
He was growing on me
A throw away? A throw away? A throw away? A throw away?
How about that?YeahI don't know

YeahWell if that's the way it is

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