Текст песни New Pornographers, The - Letter from an Occupant

I'm told the eventual downfallIs just a bill from the restaurantYou told me I could order the moon, babeJust as long as it's you what I wantWhat the last ten minutes have taught meBet the hand that your money is onWhere the hell I'd send these you bought meYou traded me away long goneFor the love of God you saidNot a letter from an occupantThe time that your enemy gives youGood times are not the ones you wantI cried five rivers on the way hereWhich one will stay way onThe tune you'll be hummin' foreverAll the the words are replaced and wrong

With a shower of yeahs and whateversYou trade me away long goneFor the love of God you saidGot a letter from an occupantWhere've all sensations gone [4x]For the love for the love for the love for... [3x:]For the love of God you saidGot a letter from an occupantThe song, the song, the song that's shaking me [4x]For the love of God you saidGot a letter from an occupant

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