Songs of the DEATH CAB-FOR-CUTIE

State Street Residential – Death Cab For Cutie

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because it hasn’t sunk in… so far Well it’s a drab routine, the dust storms building and then it’s hard to come clean Then the months stack up to

Brothers On A Hotel Bed – Death Cab For Cutie

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No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for both a

20th Century Towers – Death Cab For Cutie

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a shower of formal ideals. completely soused. the hearts on our sleeves, as they drowned we could hear them screaming, “oh, what a tragic way to see our final

Photobooth – Death Cab For Cutie

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and the nights when the living room was on the lawn. Constant quarreling the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman. All the slander and

Soul Meets Body – Death Cab For Cutie

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And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel what it’s like to be new ‘Cause in my

New Candles – Death Cab For Cutie

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’cause it’s over whenever they say I quit sending postcards ’cause no one know what to revere, and the mailman can’t come in to explain So I’m out of

Crooked Teeth – Death Cab For Cutie

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Whose tears didn’t care, they just hung in the air, and refused to fall, to fall. And I knew I’d made horrible call, And now the state line felt

Tv Trays – Death Cab For Cutie

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i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall overworked and now i’m all used up this tv haze sucks me through i watch the world from me

Someday You Will Be Loved – Death Cab For Cutie

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In the years of my youth With eyes like the summer All beauty and truth In the morning I fled Left a note and it read Someday you will

That’s Incentive – Death Cab For Cutie

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You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it’s toll You can’t place you in between the pages of fashion magazines Paper cuts from turning pages, just like