To never love a cop
To share a cigarette
To try to know someone
Using a photo set
This post-modern love
To never love a COP
To share a cigarette
To try to know someone
Using a photo set
Your favorite movie [???]
Tell me your favorite song
Your favorite shade of red
Your favorite restaurant
To never truly need
Your mother's maiden tongue
Old enough to know
You should be feeling young
You'll never make as much
As your grandfather's son
In the back of your mind
You think you'vе heard this one
And therе's no more space
For post-modern romance
There's no more space
For being this sincere
(wooooaaahhh)
To never love a COP
To share a cigarette
To try to know someone
Using a photo set
Your favorite movie [???]
Tell me your favorite song
Your favorite shade of red
Your favorite restaurant
To never truly need
Your mother's maiden tongue
Old enough to know
You should still be feeling young
You'll never make as much
As your grandfather's son
In the back of your mind
You think you've heard this monologue
And there's no more space
For post-modern romance
There's no more space
For being this sincere
And there's no more space
For post-modern romance
We've all seen this
Somewhere before
(wooooaaah ohhh)
(YEAH)
And there's no more space
There's no more space
And there's no more space
There's no more space
To share a cigarette
To try to know someone
Using a photo set
This post-modern love
To never love a COP
To share a cigarette
To try to know someone
Using a photo set
Your favorite movie [???]
Tell me your favorite song
Your favorite shade of red
Your favorite restaurant
To never truly need
Your mother's maiden tongue
Old enough to know
You should be feeling young
You'll never make as much
As your grandfather's son
In the back of your mind
You think you'vе heard this one
And therе's no more space
For post-modern romance
There's no more space
For being this sincere
(wooooaaahhh)
To never love a COP
To share a cigarette
To try to know someone
Using a photo set
Your favorite movie [???]
Tell me your favorite song
Your favorite shade of red
Your favorite restaurant
To never truly need
Your mother's maiden tongue
Old enough to know
You should still be feeling young
You'll never make as much
As your grandfather's son
In the back of your mind
You think you've heard this monologue
And there's no more space
For post-modern romance
There's no more space
For being this sincere
And there's no more space
For post-modern romance
We've all seen this
Somewhere before
(wooooaaah ohhh)
(YEAH)
And there's no more space
There's no more space
And there's no more space
There's no more space
( Chainsaw girl )
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