WUNDER YEARS
- The Chills Lyrics / with translationsYou wrote the notes on cellophaneWrap me up and suffocate
my ears
Follow second hands ticking repetition
Dressing up for pop pesimism
It's a chokehold ticket to a one man show
The critics were raving
I didn't bother to go
Masses of martyrs in the wrong ticket line
I watch comedy classics because they're better than mine
I poison myself to find a cure
I manufacture sliding doors
And novacain sells me short
I poison myself to find a cure
I manufacture closing doors
I work in the factory where I was born
my ears
Follow second hands ticking repetition
Dressing up for pop pesimism
It's a chokehold ticket to a one man show
The critics were raving
I didn't bother to go
Masses of martyrs in the wrong ticket line
I poison myself to find a cure
I manufacture sliding doors
And novacain sells me short
I poison myself to find a cure
I manufacture closing doors
I work in the factory where I was born
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The Chills
Wunder Years
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