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Константин Жибуртович: литературный дневник

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The National (The system only dreams in total darkness)



Maybe I listen more than you think
And I can tell that somebody sold you
We said we'd never let anyone in
We said we'd only die of lonely secrets


The system only dreams in total darkness
Why are you hiding from me?
We're in a different kind of thing now
All night you're talking to God


I thought that this would all work out after a while
Now you're saying that I'm asking for too much attention
Loss of no other faith
is light enough for this place
We said we'd only die of lonely secrets


The system only dreams in total darkness
Why are you hiding from me?
We're in a different kind of thing now
All night you're talking to God


I cannot explain it
Any other, any other way
I cannot explain it
Any other, any other way



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