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He don't remember, how it got there
It had a number, written on his forearm
It spelled disaster
All hoping, all hoping for dancing
He was looking, and looking stunning
His clothes reflected light, all rightShe sat, she sat in the backseat
The car was plush but had no heat
And no not no one was blushing
Their technique was so damn right
All right, and!
He read the note in the black light
He thought he read minds and was not right
That line still made him seem charming
His clothes were shining, shining


Lyrics to / for Lounge by Modest Mouse.
More songs and lyrics from Modest Mouse on the album This Is A Long Drive For Someone With Nothing To Think About.
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