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Matson Jones
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New York City Fuck Off
I'm sick of electronic fingers And voices through receivers Give me hands
I'm sick of neurotic picture-makers And heady confrontation Give me heart
Oh
I'm through with electronic letters And too many vices Give me help
I'm through with love with picture-makers and New York City Fuck off
Oh
Run, run, run, run, run that town We run, run, run, run, run that town Run, run, run, run, run me down You run, run, run, run, run me down Run me down
I'm over cigarettes burned to the filters And cold that hurts my fingers Give me gloves
I'm over lonely picture-makers Who scatter their hearts Give me guts
Oh
I'm through with lonely conversations And heartfelt contradictions Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Give me grace
I'm through with tragic picture-makers And optimistic suckers Fuck off
Oh
Run, run, run, run, run that town We run, run, run, run, run that town Run, run, run, run, run me down You run, run, run, run, run me down
Run, run, run, run, run that town We run, run, run, run, run that town Run, run, run, run, run me down You run, run, run, run, run me down Run me down
I'm sick of electronic fingers And voices through receivers Give me hands
I'm sick of neurotic picture-makers And heady confrontation Give me heart
I'm over cigarettes burned to the filters And cold that hurts my fingers Give me gloves
I'm over lonely picture-makers Who scatter their hearts Give me some fucking guts
Oh
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