Here’s Where the Strings Come In

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Superchunk - Pop

Here’s Where the Strings Come In

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Well I have a fading impression Of the last hurtful expression on your face And I don't remember the time, but I remember the scene Everything got ugly; well how do we get so mean? And I'm sorry if the ride has been so disappointing Well I tell you from my side, I can't remember much And I'm sorry if the whole thing has left you wanting Cause to tell you the truth, I don't remember much No I don't remember much about it Well can you see well from where you are sitting? Because it didn't cost you a cent It's for the pigeons to do your bidding And with every single step, a stinking film of sweat Well should I wear it like a three-piece suit, a torn flat, or a nervous halo? And I'm sorry if the ride has been so disappointing Well I tell you from my side, I can't remember much And I'm sorry if the whole thing has left you wanting Cause to tell you the truth, I don't remember much No I don't remember much about it Now we're two trains on the same track The conductor passed out drunk And you still ask me why I look so bad Like my bathtub duck just sunk But where's everything comes together Either that or it falls all apart Yeah, here's where the strings come in

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