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Cryptomnesia - Cold War Kids
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Cryptomnesia Cold War Kids

Cryptomnesia - Cold War Kids
I sold you for parts
You get what you want
Then I wanted two
I know who you are
Don't know who you're not
I don't dare ask
Come back we'll use the stove
We'll make plans in the back of your pick up truck

Oh, I know I'm told
She crowns my lips
And waits up
Helicopter sings
Watching birds eye
That's when i dropped
And all my hands we're behaving
Like maps expired

These rocks have been kicked
My body is spent
Can't stop and rest, oh no
Your comfort proceeds
I see it in 3-D, you can't dream so small
Don't check the index for reference
Cause the sky, lord give me hints
I search the place, for your prints
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