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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

You’re cussing a stone in a cocktail dress your mother wore when she was young;
red sun saint around your neck; a wet martini in a paper cup;
you’re a wasp nest, you’re a wasp nest.

Your eyes are broken bottles
and I’m afraid to ask
and all your wrath and cutting beauty
you’re posion in the pretty glass
you’re a wasp nest, you’re a wasp nest.

You’re all humming live wires under your killing clothes.
Get over here; I wanna kiss your skinny throat.
You’re a wasp nest, you’re a wasp nest.

These are lyrics by The National, from 'Wasp Nest'. This was posted at 11:55 AM on 04 September 2006 .
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