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when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low. but all the walls have ears my darling
Singer: dashboard confessional
but it all shakes out real slow
when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low. but all the walls have ears my darling
and all bad things get known. and i know about you. i know about you. i know the ceiling when it starts to burn. i know the season when it starts to turn. and i know that the patterns that the wicked learn. and i see suspicions arise around you. i know the curtain and the way it falls. i know the burden and the pain it draws. i know you're sorry for something
but it all shakes out real slow
when the follies of your weekend hang like smoke onto your clothes. and the shame of it grows when you whisper it nice and low. but all the walls have ears my darling
and all bad things get known. and i know about you. i know about you. i know the ceiling when it starts to burn. i know the season when it starts to turn. and i know that the patterns that the wicked learn. and i see suspicions arise around you. i know the curtain and the way it falls. i know the burden and the pain it draws. i know you're sorry for something