The Weakerthans – Greatest Hits Collection (Guitar)

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  Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting the air.

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  Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer come undone. I've got these

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threads of you and I that I use to tie my doubts down, and from

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four times-zones away, still yesterday, still talking to the

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past: from the front seat of your car, gravel road and falling,

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I'd   like a new identity. A pseudonym. Some plastic surgery.

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   Or just some way to disappear. Someone to write me out of here. I hear you hum an

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unfamiliar song. Thought maybe you would come along.

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Perhaps you'd like to see some piece of this; my new philosophy is that a

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   crappy tape deck somewhere plays a greatest hits collection of strange and tender moments,

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lost, stranded, and forgotten.

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   I'll meet you there.

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   I'll meet you there.

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   Something I forgot to say: can't find a way to make this mark more clear.

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   So crack your skull before you weep, and I'll try to keep some part of me sincere.