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... In one more hour, I will be gone. In one more hour, I leave this room. The dress you wore, the pretty shoes, are things I left behind for you...
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| Sleater-Kinney's simply not Indie enough for me. | |
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| Doesn't their sexuality lend them some Indie credence? | |
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... Oh, you've got the darkest eyes. Oh, you've got the darkest eyes. I need it, I need it, I need it, I need... just a little more time...
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| Sexuality? You mean, they're not mainstream? | |
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... If you could talk, what would you say? For you things were just night and day. Take off the dress, take off the face. I'll hold you close...
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| So, they'd be into an fellow Indie musician like me? | |
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| Givin' it up for the cause? No-one's that Indie. | |
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