Spend all our Sundays in a row
Ten feet from Chinatown, like it's dead
But we know
'cause when he put you to bed
Your great-grandfather always said
Wasting is an art
Like the nights we spent in backs of carsA piece of the part
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A sparkUnder our bed, a monster lives
We fight his teeth with superglue and paper clips
Mark the end of an age
The way that your handwriting changed
We should always pretend
Well, you just start and I'll say whenA piece of the part
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A piece of the part
The end of a spark
A sparkWhen he put you to bed
Your great-grandfather always said
Wasting is an art
Well, it's a good thing that I was young thenI am a gear
I am a spool of thread
As long as my teeth, they turn
We will always be newlyweds
The end of spark
A flash in the dark
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