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  • Текст песни The National - Ice Machines

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    Cartoons from a television
    Whistles from the street
    Black out curtains, summer sirens
    Electricity
    I don't need ice machines
    I don't need speaker systems
    I don't need white lights blinking
    I don't need you to witness
    I don't need your forgiveness
    I don't need anything
    Finally start to make connections
    When everything goes dark
    It's pulling me in all directions
    It's tearing you apart
    I don't need ice machines
    I don't need speaker systems
    I don't need white lights blinking
    I don't need you to witness
    I don't need your forgiveness
    I don't need anything, but I do
    What am I doing? Watching clouds
    This space is too empty, this room's too hot
    What am I doing? Wandering halls
    Ringing doorbells, pounding walls
    I don't know what to say to people
    It only makes things worse
    It's time to take my silent treatment
    This won't be the first
    I don't need ice machines
    I don't need speaker systems
    I don't need white lights blinking
    I don't need you to witness
    I don't need your forgiveness
    I don't need anything, but I do
    What am I doing? Watching clouds
    This space is too empty, this room's too hot
    What am I doing? Wandering halls
    Ringing doorbells, pounding walls
    A rock that fell from orbit
    I roll across the carpet under
    Frozen flowers on the walls
    Leaning on my shoulder
    What am I doing? Watching clouds
    This space is too empty, this room's too hot
    What am I doing? Wandering halls
    Ringing doorbells, pounding walls
    What am I doing? Watching clouds
    This space is too empty, this room's too hot
    What am I doing? Wandering halls
    Ringing doorbells, pounding walls

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