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letra de world class a.c. - big science

you’re the last of the world class air conditioning connoisseurs
all drunk in your summer dress, the night’s small arms dealer
well, you come in the room, and you steal all our chairs
’cause tonight no one’s going anywhere
you will get to the moon if you’re taking the stairs
and tonight we could go anywhere

the night [set sharp?] t–th are upon me
i raise my glass like an anchor to drown me
little system tiny engine [fire chest?] just drones me on

and this loss in my head is pounding
and these visions of you, they surround me
the dishes are clean, this empty made a house of our home

the guards are asleep in me my dear
you could get away with murder
’cause you’re the last of the world class

this pill is a shaman that will lead me home
past the vacant frozen harbor, cross the city’s bones
we built this sky out of smoke and chrome
a chain link fog to surround our homes

sleep-walkin’ women of the southern skyline
want the cigarettes of summer with box wine
when love’s a tv spittin’ static in the bas-m-nt of your throat
the guards are asleep in me my dear
you could get away with murder
’cause you’re the last of the world class

with a mouth of sweet narcotic
moving south, before the winter was upon us
starting the engines now of never-ending regret
now a custodian, former architect
in the museum that i built to your summer dress

you’re the last of the world class air conditioning connoisseurs
all drunk in your summer dress, the night’s small arms dealer
you’re the last of the world class air conditioning connoisseurs
all drunk in your summer dress, the night’s small arms dealer
you’re the last of the world class air conditioning connoisseurs
all drunk in your summer dress, the night’s small arms dealer
you’re the last of the world class air conditioning connoisseurs
all drunk in your summer dress, the night’s small arms dealer

- big science

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