National

I know on paper I seem appealing
 That's misleading
 It's misleading
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 Got this cigarette I've been concealing
 I don't smoke it 'cause I know I'd die
 I just hold it in the fading light
 So anyone who passes might think that
 I'm more interesting than I am
 Must have left behind some autre band
 To make something far more revealing
 Like in a basic sense
 So live with me, won't you?
 Dreams, they could come true
 If panic and worry
 Are dreams that you would choose
 We'd spend our nights listening to The National
 That was special
 Even though your car was small
 You said your favourite song
 Was the one about death
 I said every single one's like that
 In fact there's literally nothing left
 You said bound to be hits the ceiling
 Now we are exactly where we are
 Between the greatest and the lost on Mars
 All I know is I need to see you
 Need to see you
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 So live with me, won't you?
 Dreams, they could come true
 If panic and worry
 Are dreams that you would choose
 Erratic emotion
 Endless devotion
 Visible ageing
 Chronic impatience
 I'm working on