Death Cab for Cutie – Company Calls (Ukulele)

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Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. 

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I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings 

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on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date. 

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The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real. 

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And I kept distance: the complications cloud 

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the postcards and blips through fiber optics, 

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as the girls with pigtails were running from little 

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boys wearing bow ties their parents bought them: "I'll catch               

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you this time!" 

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Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? 

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Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. 

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You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. 

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The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. 

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Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached 

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beer cans to the bumper so they could drive 

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up and down the main drag. 

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People would turn to see who's making the racket. 

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It's not 

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the first time. 

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When they lay down the fish will swim upstream 

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and I'll contest, but they won't listen 

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when the casualty rate's near 100%, 

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and there isn't a pension for second best or for hard-----ly moving... 

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Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? 

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Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. 

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You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. 

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The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. 

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You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. 

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The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.