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DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE lyrics : "Stability"

Time for the final bout.
Rows of deserted houses..
All our stable mates are highway bound.

Give us our measly sum:
Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly.
We're starting out with nothing but crippling doubt.


We'll rest easy (justified).
I've suffered a swift defeat.

I'll endure countless repeats.
The gift of memory is an awful curse,
With age it just gets much worse,

But I won't mind.

I won't mind..

I won't mind..
I won't mind..

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