At Camden Electric Ballroom, London on 6/5/2008.
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His head was a city of paper buildings and the echoes that remained of old friends and lovers.
Their features bleeding together in his brain.
Once it started it's harder to tell them apart.
He was always distracted. By the very mention of an open door. 'Cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before.
To be a remain, remain, remain, remainder.
The television was snowing softly as she hunted for her keys. She said she never envisioned him the type of person capable of such deceit.
And they carried on like long division cause it was clear with every page. Oh, that they were further away from a solution that would play.
Without a remain, remain, remain, remainder.
He has sworn not to be what he'd been before.
To be the remain, remain, remain, remainder.
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