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Postcard from Princess, last cigarette, St.Patricks
West end Toronto, polish bar, back ache
And I can't wait to see you, can't wait to be alone,
And I'll call you tomorrow, from Winnepeg, Saskatchewan,
The drunken whine is keeping me from sleeping
Its changing the channels, on my TV
And I've forgotten all the pretty lies, that used to come so easily
to mind
Bridge
slide to
Oooooooooohhhh X2
Chorus
And the stars aren't guiding us home
They're just dragging us backwards and forwards, til dawn
finish what you're doing and kiss me on the mouth
and call up all of your friends for a quiet night out
this dance is no race, death is no dream
and she's treating this jukebox like a washing machine
shake me from this feeling, wake me from the couch
the words are so close but i can't make them out
this house is so quiet, this house is so still
i told you that i loved you, always have and always will