The Phone Book by Editors
I'm on watch here
So close your eyes and get some rest
I'm here to watch your heart
It's been faulted from the start
I'm the rips in your chest
I'm not an angel,
I never mean to make you cry
Jumping through my hoops
With dissension in the troops
And a smile inside
What's that over your shoulder?
Fear of getting older
Stay with me.
Sing me a love song
From your heart or from the phone book
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