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My hands
Come together
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots
Sarcastic remarks
Come so often
They're never sincere
Darker amusement sets in
That's the problem
You're saying something and my eyes
Open wider
And we grin and we stare at the floor
Your jokes missed
Your hands grow to fists
And your lips purse
Expecting the worst
With every word

That's how it started
That's the problem
And after were done
I can still feel your eyes on my forehead
And after were done
I can still feel the pain in my free time
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written by MATTHEW FREDERICK BARRICK, WALTER R MARTIN, JAMES HAMILTON LEITHAUSER, PETER M BAUER, PAUL C MAROON
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The Walkmen are an American indie rock band, with members based in New York City and Philadelphia. The band formed in 2000 with three members from Jonathan Fire*Eater—Paul Maroon (guitar, piano), Walter Martin (organ/bass), and Matt Barrick (drums)—and two from The Recoys, Peter Bauer (bass/organ) and Hamilton Leithauser (vocals, guitar). All but Bauer attended St. Albans in Washington, D.C. They prefer the sound of vintage musical instruments, particularly the upright piano, and have often recorded at Marcata Recording...

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