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

The Narrative - Castling

Dress, dress me down — I don’t mind. Leave me to my insides.
I don’t need this lonely skin anymore.
Take, take it all, rook to king; Oh I’ve been guarding something.
You keep chasing me to walls, always.

That’s the way she leaves me; it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach me.

That old disguise, sinking slow; are you feeling so alone?
Maybe we should speak our minds, baby.
Well it’s not that I’m insecure; I just need to be sure..
These things tend to burn with time, always.

And that’s the way she leaves me; it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach me.
My hands are wandering astray..
My queen moves every single way..
Well I swear I don’t believe in love… this is as close as I can come.

Dress, dress me down — I don’t mind. Leave me to my insides.
I don’t need this lonely skin anymore.
That’s the way she leaves me; it feels like she’s always fighting just to reach me.
The shades and squares remain; soon they will run even, and when they’re all the same, we’ll find each other easily.

My hands are wandering astray..
My queen moves every single way..
I swear I don’t believe in love.. this is as close as I can come.
There’s nothing left that I won’t say, ‘cause my queen moves every single way.

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These lyrics are by The Narrative, from Castling. Posted at 11:37am on 8 August 2008.
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