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Maximo Park Quicken The Heart

How many words did you come up with today? How many words do you want to hear tonight? You flare up but beneath lies defeat. I see your eyes now and

Let's go back to your house And finish off the gin In your dishevelled room We're gonna wash ourselve in sin Oh, it's criminal When you whisper in my

I just want to kiss you. There won't be a time when my mind strays to you No, I'm not going to miss you. Onto fireworks in Brixton Two carousel hearts

Younger one Darkly tanned, chewing gum Mint on her mischievous tongue Mingling with a taste of tin on her gums Each layer removed revealed A paler shade

The comforting ache Of the summer holidays Pointless days pining Afternoons whining The suburbs scream At passers by They scream of escape Muted sirens

of mystery The noise traveled a hundred miles Cursing through memory Came for a Thursday afternoon Before the time that you withdrew Why can't we always meet Under a cloud of mystery (Thanks to Maximo