History Eraser Courtney Barnett
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[Verse 1]
I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets
But luckily, I left the heater on
And in my dreams, I wrote the best song that I've ever written
Can't remember how it goes
I stayed drunk and fell awake; I was cycling on a plane
And far away I heard you say you liked me
We drifted to a party, cool; the people went to arty school
They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade
[Chorus]
In my brain, I rearrange
The letters on the page to spell your name
[Verse 2]
I found an Ezra Pound and made a bet
That if I found a cigarette, I'd drop it all and marry you
Just then a song comes on: "You can't always get what you want"
The Rolling Stones, oh, woe is we, the irony
The stones became the moss and once all inhibition's lost
The hipsters made a mission to the farm
We drove by tractor there; the yellow straw replaced our hair
We laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth
[Chorus]
In my brain, I rearrange
The letters on the page to spell your name
I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets
But luckily, I left the heater on
And in my dreams, I wrote the best song that I've ever written
Can't remember how it goes
I stayed drunk and fell awake; I was cycling on a plane
And far away I heard you say you liked me
We drifted to a party, cool; the people went to arty school
They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade
[Chorus]
In my brain, I rearrange
The letters on the page to spell your name
[Verse 2]
I found an Ezra Pound and made a bet
That if I found a cigarette, I'd drop it all and marry you
Just then a song comes on: "You can't always get what you want"
The Rolling Stones, oh, woe is we, the irony
The stones became the moss and once all inhibition's lost
The hipsters made a mission to the farm
We drove by tractor there; the yellow straw replaced our hair
We laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth
[Chorus]
In my brain, I rearrange
The letters on the page to spell your name
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