Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Local Natives.

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Music for your listening pleasure...



She flew across the sea, we talked on a small screen.
A cubism dream, the most beautiful squares I've ever seen.
The canvas was free, a gift good mother gave to me.
We joked at how they talked so differently.

I will never know what had rot my heart,
It just came and went in the dark.
I had changed into the certain kind of man,
that could break your heart with his own hands.

We were to scan our own towns,
And make good on what we found.
Oh what a fool I was to think,
That I could get by on a smile and a wink.

I make a friend, I make you sick.
Could you even imagine a kiss?
We spoke of how we talked so differently.
I spoke of how I felt so differently.

I will never know what had rot my heart,
It just came and went in the dark.
I had changed into the certain kind of man,
that could break your heart with his own hands.

So in Australia, on Halloween.
I proved what our love meant to me.
The suffering, the struggling.
I did it for you, I did it for me.






Alternative live version? This way please...

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