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dean wareham - the past is our plaything lyrics

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[verse 1]
i have nothing to say to the mayor of l.a
at seven o’clock in the morn
i have no retort for the king of new york
it’s late and i feel so forlorn

[verse 2]
tonight i am playing my three+thirty+five
while gazing at your photograph
we’re living inside a beautiful dream
a winter where memory sleeps

[refrain]
the past is our plaything, she cannot talk back
we’re making it up as we go
the dandy is fashioned to crash and to burn
as blue turns to grey

[verse 3]
i challenged myself to a duel yesterday
i carried a lock of your hair
i insulted myself, i counted to twelve
we fired three shots in the air

[verse 4]
it’s a g+y parade, she’s above my pay grade
i feel like i’ve taken first prize
we’re living inside a beautiful dream
a winter where memory sleeps
[refrain]
the past is our plaything, she cannot talk back
we’re making it up as we go
the dandy is fashioned to crash and to burn
as blue turns to grey

[instrumental break]

[verse 5]
the planes have been grounded, there’s nowhere to go
the city we loved is now lost
the towers have fallen, my brother is gone
as blue turns to grey

[refrain]
the past is our plaything, she cannot talk back
we’re making it up as we go
the dandy is fashioned to crash and to burn
as blue turns to grey

[outro]
as blue turns to grey
as blue turns to grey

- dean wareham lyrics

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