I Was a Lover
TV on the Radio
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I Was a Lover - TV on the Radio
I was a lover before this war
held up in a luxury suite behind a barricaded door
now that I've cleaned up gone legit
I can see clearly round hole
round whole square peg don't fit
I'm locked in my bedroom so send back the clowns
my clone wears a brown shirt
and I seduce him when there's no one around
mano y mano on a bed of nails
bring it on like a storm
till I knock the wind out of his sails
And we don't make eye contact
when we have run-in's in town
just a barely polite nod
and nervous stares towards the ground
I once joined a priest class plastic inert
in a slowdance with commerce
like a lens up a skirt
And we liked to party
and we kept it live
and we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang
to keep a handle on all this jive
Ennui unbridled let's talk to kill the time
how many styles did you cycle through
before you were mine
and it's been a while
since we went wild and that's all fine
but we're sleepwalking through this trial
and it's really a crime it's really a crime
it's really a crime
it's really criminal
We're just busy tempting like fate's on the nod
running on empty bourbon and god
it's been a while since we knew the way
and it's been even longer since our plastic priest class
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had a goddamned thing to say
I was a lover before this war
I was a lover before this war
I was a lover before this war