Of Montreal - Gronlandic Edit Lyrics

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(The surrealists were just) nihilists with good imaginations 

I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment 
Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries 
Daylight I'm so absent minded nighttime meeting new anxieties 
So am I erasing myself? Hope I'm not erasing myself 

I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god 
But which one which one do I choose? 
Oh the church is filled with losers, psycho or confused 
I just want to hold the divine in mine and forget all of the beauty's wasted 

Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant 
We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches 
Physics makes us all its bitches 

I guess it would be nice to help in your escape 
From patterns your parents designed 
All the party people dancing for the indie star 
But he's the worst faker by far 
In the set I forget all of the beauty's wasted 

Guess it could be nice show me that things can be nice 
You've got my back in the city you've got my back 
'Cause I don't want to panic

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lyrics submitted by Lysander on 27-01-2007
lyrics corrected by MrBurger on 04-10-2008