An Argument With Myself

Jens Lekman

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    Having an argument with myself down Elizabeth Street
    Bumping into backpackers and
    struggling with the parameters
    and the basic construction of my feet

    Kicking beer cans and rubbish along the concrete
    Crossing the street and crossing galaxies of taxis and
    backseats and drunk suites and half-Greeks

    Shut up, no, you shut up!
    What's the matter, take a number, Buttercup!
    Every time I hear you say "Fuck it"
    I would remind you of the photo in your pocket

    How long it's been there, two years, I bet
    have a sniff, it smells like a cigarette
    When was the last time you smoked a cigarette?
    And more importantly, who did you smoke it with?

    Having an argument with myself down Victoria Street
    Passing the market now, the windows neon illuminating my path to defeat
    Your grinning face scaring a poor parakeet
    Your happy breathing scaring the wind

    So rich on Summer and so sweet

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    Fuck you, no, you fuck you!
    You didn't come here for nothing, did you?
    I know that's what you've been saying lately
    But let me draw attention to a ?????

    I stuck it in a little plastic envelope
    and put the flower in a neon microscope
    See what's written on the petals
    Look closer, that's her intials

    And now I'm walking by Bev and Mick's backpacker hostel on Victoria Street
    Where it's reggae night tonight
    And the backpackers are pouring out like a tidal wave of vomit
    I have to sit down on the curbside and count the coins in my pocket

    See if I have enough cash to take a taxi home
    ...No
    Alright, yes, can we just try to figure this out?
    Can we just talk about this, please?

    Nah, I don't wanna talk to you
    OK, you wanna keep fighting?
    Yeah, I wanna keep on fighting
    Alright, fair enough

    1, 2, 3, here we go!

    Having an argument with myself down Queensbury Street
    The lonely light from the town hall clock tower
    Chime of the bells striking
    1, 2, 3

    And it took shape in the form of an image in the form of a living memory
    The way her shadow used to walk by your side
    In a different time, in a different city

    Oh please, no you oh please!
    I wanna see you drop down on your knees
    I wanna see your hand waving "Farewell"
    Why you hittin' yourself, why you hittin' yourself?

    ??????? twice at March
    ???????????????????
    To make history of a love, a love like ours
    A love like ours

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    Composición: Jens Lekman

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