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Artista: Crime In Stereo Dusk hits And the whole world gets to be Knock three times and tell them who sent you And who you came to see I could find you in any dive On any one of these dark streets In a vinyl booth with a stranger Dripping insincerities And all those promises to me you mumbled I guess you'll keep eventually to someone else Hey, what the hell, I said Now we're all former friends treated like guests In our very homes As we stare and wonder how someone so young Could get any dumber than you But hey that's what they say about the divorce rate The kids grow up not trusting anything But I won't forget the day when you came to me backstage Just to see what I would say about your newest mistake Dusk hits and the whole world gets to see You hide out in some Green Point diner With all the indie rockers and graphic designers Diving through the alleys of these dark streets With a vinyl smile dripping with insincerities Hell, you sure fooled me Now we're all former friends treated like guests In our very homes As we stare and wonder how someone so young Could get any dumber than you But hey, that's what they say About two products of the divorce rate And if this fate is ours to embrace, come find me backstage But I won't be anyone's mistake
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