Текст песни Amanda Palmer — Another year: a short history of almost something

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i tried to fall in it again
my friends took bets and disappeared
they mime their sighing violins
i think i’ll wait another year

i want my chest pressed to your chest
my nervous systems interfere
ten or eleven months at best
i think i’ll wait another year

this weather turns my tricks to rust
i am a lousy engineer
the winter makes things hard enough
i think i’ll wait another year

plus, i’m only 26 years old
my grandma died at 83
that’s lots of time if i don’t smoke
i think i’ll wait another year

i’m not as callous as you think
i barely breathe when you are near
it’s not as bad when i don’t drink
i think i’ll wait another year

i have my new bill hicks cd
i have my friends and my career
i’m getting smaller by degrees
you said you’d help me disappear
but that could take forever
i think i’ll wait another year
it’ll be the best year ever
i think i’ll wait another year…

can’t we just wait together?
you bring the smokes, i’ll bring the beer

…i think i’ll wait another year

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