Conor Oberst

Conor Oberst - That's My Fault

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Short delay, a pair of blues, little voices mimicing. It's not so hard to make that sound. So watch your back the eyes in march cut your hair, all joan of arc the skys your will they'll find you and when they do, look at theres money lenders inside the temple the circus tigers gonna break your heart something so wild turned into paper if I loved you well that's my fault. Bitch in heat, the alpha male. Not some thing she'd ever tell except when she got deathly high, and out it came like summer rain and washed the cars and everything felt clean for just a little while. Until you phone. We drunk dial. Well starving children they aint got no mother, there's pink flamingos living in the mall. I'd give a fortune to your infomercial If somebody would just take my call, take my call. Hello, patterns in my mind now moving slow. Sorrow all across the surface road smoothing out the edges of the stone. The lights are out where'd everybody go? Hello? Erase yourself and you'll be free and something destroyed by the sea all we are is coloured sand so pay the ride, the ferris wheel smile all that you can feel there's gratiude for what has been for it did not happen. There's money lenders inside the temple circus tigers gonna break my heart something so wild turned into paper if I loved you well thats my fault. There's money lenders inside the temple this crystal citys gonna fall apart when all their power turns into vapour if I miss you well thats my fault thats my fault thats my fault

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