Letras:The Walkmen. Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Is Gone. Roll Down The Line.

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What I need boils
What I need binds
And strangles with regret
But still comes so easily

Where'd you go?
Tonight I woke
To find you gone

The question and
An answer that sounded off
The glance goes abject enough

When she was young
She asked me if
I knew her well
I thought I did
I know better know

What I need boils
What I need binds
And strangles with regret
But still comes so easily

The question and
An answer that sounds...
The glance goes abject, cut off
An answer, cut off

(Thanks to Ballzay for these lyrics)