Bob Mould
Soundonsound
She's sailing along the diamondsHe's picking up trash along the roadSomebody's been tracing straight lines across the flatimplodeShe's trying to cash in glamourHe's leaving his self-respect at homeNobody could split the hairs as finely as the combHe's pulling the weeds up slowlyShe's picking the pennies from her vestThey're stuck in their own dimension and cashing in changefor something lessNobody imagines themSomebody has plans for themThey're fucking around with each other, something has togiveHe says there's no room for the both of themShe says she might like to stick aroundHe says he's not planning on leavingShe says she's addicted to the sound, on sound, on soundShe clicks her heels, feet will never leave the groundCalm down, she's great to have aroundWhether or not we're together, it'll work out fineWe'll weather the storm together, and we'll be fineLetras de cancionesHe says there's no room for the both of themShe says she might like to stick aroundHe said he's not planning on leavingShe says she's addicted to the sound, on sound, on soundShe clicks her heels, her feet will never leave the groundCalm down, she's great to have around
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