Album: Me, Myself and Rye
I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force you're usin' 
That keeps me up nights sad and boozin' 
Just called to tell you I kind of like it, I know it sounds sadistic 
But when it's gone Oh how I miss it 
I've grown accustomed to the feeling; I know I've hit the bottom, 
Time skips like stones on ponds in Autumn 
But at a tavern, Late one Sunday I had a premonition; 
Forgettin' you was my life's mission 
But if you stare up into the sky 
There's people like you and I 
Dancin' on the moon at night 
And the black sky's pierced by a burst of white 
Stare up into the sky 
There's people like you and I 
Dancin' on the moon, just check 
And the sky's turned into a discotheque 
I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force you're usin' 
That keeps me drinkin', thinkin', losin' 
Is it on purpose? A conscious effort? Cause if so you're a sadist 
And you fill my books with angry pages 
It's getting colder with Christmas coming, I don't know why you're opposin' 
The winter's just the summer frozen 
And on your rooftop late at night time the moon's as white as birchbark, 
It's like the universe's freakish birthmark 
And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh so joyous 
And count hours until the sun destroys us 
And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh so joyous 
And count hours until the sun destroys us
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| 1 | The Russian Futurists - Precious Metals | 
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