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This song is by The Little Hands of Asphalt and appears on the album Leap Years (2009).

There's disillusion on my breath tonight
That's probably how I pulled you in
I know the slaying is inevitable
But I never know where to begin

The deep water swallowed us
And we talked until we got the bends
About love in the modern world
With the awkwardness of passing friends

Eventually I shrugged it off. Maybe that's how I feel?
But you don't seem offended by the fact that I have kept you here as bait for something real.

They've discovered the volume knob
I bet the neighbors are seeing red
But my friend she's reading Carouac
So there's no way we'll be going to bed

The effects are spreading fast
Hardly Care when you leave
Once I find a net to use
Better shoes, nerves of steel
New ways to feel
Soon reveal, you're bait for something real

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