Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Local Natives.

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Music for your listening pleasure...

The desk where you sit inside of a frame,
Made of wood.
I keep those chopsticks you had from when you,
Taught abroad in Japan.

I love it all, so much I call,
"I want you back."

I did not know you as well as my Father,
Knew you.
Every question, you took the time to sit and,
Look it up, in the Encyclopaedia.

I love it all, so much I call,
"I want you back."

It sounds like we would have had a great deal,
To say, to each other.
I bet when I leave my body for the sky,
The wait will be worth it.

I love it all, so much I call,
"I want you back."

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