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Matt Nathanson Some Mad Hope To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts she don't lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling she don't wait to begin she bets on long shots she wants what they've got she skates where the ice thins and on and on we keep going crowded like subway cars on and on to the beat of our noisy hearts she was her mothers secret she was daddy's girl she brought weekend boys home in her curls she said my love is a fever come on touch my skin they all think I'm easy well I'm easy 'cause I let them win and on and on we keep going crowded like subway cars on and on to the beat of her noisy heart (of her heart) and at worst the heart is sober and at its worst the heart is free come say it to my face I'm holding back again and I'm already gone, gone she said pick up the phone 'cause I need to get more alone your voice drives me crazy and on and on we keep going crowded like subway cars on and on to the beat of our her heart and on and on we keep going crowded like subway cars on and on to the beat of our noisy hearts |
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