The dark of the matinee
Franz ferdinand
The dark of the matinee
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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 find the eyes
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
it’s better in the Matinee
the dark of the Matinee is mine yes it’s mine
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