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Stockholm Syndrome

de Bloc Party

She likes my voice but I'm not done
When we're talking sweet in her brother's room
Under her dress is nothing at all
As she works and works and works

She knows the faces on the door
Make the city shake, make the city roar
What the hell did she ask me for?
If you knew what I would say
You know what I'm gonna say

Don't sweat it, don't sweat it
Don't sweat it, don't
This is what it feels like to win?

She says I don't care 'bout the way thing were
'Cause you're here tonight and that's the way things are
Don't be a bore or an open wound
'Cause it's tired and you're making me tired

Let's pretend that it's just a game
As we set controls to go all the way
Uptown, downtown williamsburg
It goes on and on and on...

Don't sweat it, don't sweat it
Don't sweat it, don't
This is what it feels like to win?

And we won

There's a lifetime of bad karma
And it's waiting here for us
And you swore it would be different
And you swore it would be pure
But today's the day you learn it's time to give up

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