Correction Lyrics Two (Buffetlibre Remix) by The Antlers

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In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night

In the middle of the night, I was sleeping sitting up
When a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."
He brought me out into the hall, I could have sworn it was haunted
And told me something that I didn't know that I wanted:

To hear, that there was nothing that I could do to save you
The choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you
Something in my throat made my next words shake
And something in the wires made the light-bulbs break

In the middle of the night
In the middle of thе night
In the middle of the night

You had a nеw dream, it was more like a nightmare
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying

Your daddy was an as*h**e and he f**ked you up
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating

Repeating, repeating, repeating

Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy
Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping
When we moved here together, we were so disappointed
Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed

It killed me to see you getting always rejected
But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes
I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes

But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night
I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door
Coming back like you always do

Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can
You say that "No one's gonna listen, no one understands."
And so there's no open doors, there's no way to get through
There's no other witnesses, just us two

There's two people living in one small room
From your two half-families tearing at you
Two ways to tell the story, no one worries
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry

Two people talking inside your brain
Two people believing that I'm the one to blame
Two different voices coming out of your mouth
While I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying

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