Songs of Love Peter Bjorn and John

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Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee shops
Their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle socks
But while they search for a mate
My type hibernate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds
In uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run round with trousers on fire
And signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While I try, try to find words
As light as the birds
That circle above
To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice

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