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jens lekman - an argument with myself كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
having an argument with myself down elizabeth street
bumping into backpackers
and struggling with the parameters
and the basic construction of my feet

kicking beer cans and rubbish along the concrete
crossing the street and crossing galaxies
of taxis and backseats and drunk suites
and half-greeks

shut up, no, you shut up
what’s the matter, take a number, b-ttercup
every time i hear you say, “f-ck it”
i would remind you of the photo in your pocket

how long’s it been there? two years, i bet
have a sniff, it smells like a cigarette
when was the last time you smoked a cigarette?
and more importantly, who did you smoke it with?

[verse 2]
having an argument with myself down victoria street
p-ssing the market
now the windows neon illuminating my path to defeat
your grinning face scaring a poor parakeet
your heavy breathing, scaring the wind
so rich on summer and so sweet

f-ck you, no, you f-ck you
you didn’t come here for nothing, did you?
i know that’s what you’ve been saying lately
but let me draw attention to exhibit b

honeysuckle on a little plastic envelope
and put the flower underneath a microscope
see what’s written on the petals
look closer, that’s her initials

[verse 3]
and now i’m walking by bev and mick’s
backpacker hostel on victoria street
where it’s reggae night tonight
and the backpackers are pouring out
like a tidal wave of vomit

i have to sit down on the curbside
and count the coins in my pocket
see if i have enough cash to take a taxi home —
no

alright, jens, can we just try to figure this out?
can we just talk about this, please?

nah, i don’t wanna talk to you
okay, you wanna keep fighting?
yeah, i wanna keep on fighting
alright, fair enough

1, 2, 3, here we go

[verse 4]
having an argument with myself down queensbury street
the lonely light from the town hall clock tower
the chime of the bells striking
1, 2, 3

and it took shape in the form of an image
in the form of a living memory
the way her shadow used to walk by your side
in a different time in a different city

oh please, no, you oh please
i wanna see you drop down on your knees
someone will see your hand waving farewell
why you’re hittin’ yourself, why you’re hittin’ yourself?

history repeats itself twice, said marx
first as tragedy, then as farce
but where did i find the source
to make history of a love, a love like ours
a love like ours

- jens lekman

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