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I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
I shouldve stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference
between attraction and connection.
I can see all of my friends and
I break into empty buildings,
When the coast was clear,
With backpacks full of beer,
Wed throw our bottles from the rooftops
At this city - it looked endless.
Guess I still dont see the difference
between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.
And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
With all these stranger boys and girls,
Well change the world! We sang,
Well change the world! But
Nothing seems to change and
They say none of them will listen,
But I still see much more power in that basement
than in heartless politicians.
And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them lay us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we could never tell the difference
between the feeling and the sound.
Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
Its not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your names beside mine
on my gravestone when Im dead.
And when were dead let our voices carry on
To find a better song
To find a better song and sing along
Sing along
HATA BİLDİR
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