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Death Cab For Cutie - Brothers on a Hotel Bed (Rolling Stone Original)

Brothers on a Hotel Bed
Death Cab For Cutie
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You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Cause I'm not who I used to be,
No longer easy on the eyes,
These wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below
Who turned away and saw
Something he was not looking for,
Both a beginning and an end,
But now he lives inside someone
He does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident...

On the back of a motorbike,
With your arms outstretched,
Trying to take flight,
Leaving everything behind,
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned
That even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight
From our own separate sides,
Like brothers on a hotel bed,
Like brothers on a hotel bed,
Like brothers on a hotel bed...

You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Cause I'm not who I used to be.

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