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Matinee
Franz Ferdinand
You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes
So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
The clothes I hate
All the wors I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
How you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it
What I made is unclear, but his deference is and his laughter is
My words and smile are so easy now
Yes, It's easy now
So find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory
You will find me in the matinee
The dark of the matinee is mine
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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