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The World Moves On (Studio) 
Hard
by Jens Lekman
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(And this song is called)
(The world moves on)
The ran out of numbers
When it reached 50 degrees
I lay down on the floor
With a bag of frozen peas
We saw plumes of smoke rising
In the distance our balcony
I poured a glass of wine
Sucked the juice out of a kiwi
Catherine on the TV
showed acres after acres
Of nothing
And then Stevie called and said
Are you watching what I'm watching?
I said I'm what you're watching
But what is it I'm watching?
The night before I had been bored
And my legs had been restless
It was my birthday
I'd already opened up my presents
At the social club, I met some friends
Who were friends with this girl
One by one dropped off
Till it was just me and her
We out in every bar in town
While the state of Victoria
Burned down to the ground
And the sun rose over the city
The wind swept the valley
And you don't get over a broken heart
You just learn to carry it gracefully
The Edinburgh Gardens offered
Some of shade
I would pick up some beers
And head there late
Watch the and listen
To their Growling banter
There was one I liked especially
I named her Sam as in Samantha
I offered a slice of apple from my hand
She sniff it, frown
And then lumber back to the trash can
I was going uphill on my Malvern Star
When I was by a scooter
You got a dollar or a cigarette?
Hey, I'm talking to you, poofter
What I should said was nothing
What I said was "get lost"
Next I'm upside-down with my bike in the dust
Spitting dirt all the way home
Cursing the ground that I was on
And the sun rose over the city
The wind swept through the valley
And you don't get over a broken heart
You just to carry it gracefully
And that's what it's like
When you've had your heart broken
The world shrugs its shoulders
And gets going
It just moves on in all its sadness and glory
Over dinner with a friend
I tell her my story
And as I finally put the book
Back on the shelf
She says
Maybe it's time you take a at yourself
No one's born an *******
It takes a lot of hard work
But God knows I've worked my ass off
To be a jerk
So hands I've held
While wondering why I felt nothing
And why, when I let go of that hand
I always start to feel something
And like a bottle smashed against my head
She'd say
I wish you just would've on me instead
And loving without loving
Is always the worst crime
I know all the and signals
'Cause now I've been on both sides
The way you choose words
The limpness of your hand
I almost died you introduced me as a friend
How can you call me a friend?
If you don't love me
Then please have the dignity to tell me
But I said any of that
I just shook hand
And looked at the doormat
The sun rose over the city
The wind through the valley
And you don't get over a heart
You learn to carry it gracefully
(The world moves on)
The ran out of numbers
When it reached 50 degrees
I lay down on the floor
With a bag of frozen peas
We saw plumes of smoke rising
In the distance our balcony
I poured a glass of wine
Sucked the juice out of a kiwi
Catherine on the TV
showed acres after acres
Of nothing
And then Stevie called and said
Are you watching what I'm watching?
I said I'm what you're watching
But what is it I'm watching?
The night before I had been bored
And my legs had been restless
It was my birthday
I'd already opened up my presents
At the social club, I met some friends
Who were friends with this girl
One by one dropped off
Till it was just me and her
We out in every bar in town
While the state of Victoria
Burned down to the ground
And the sun rose over the city
The wind swept the valley
And you don't get over a broken heart
You just learn to carry it gracefully
The Edinburgh Gardens offered
Some of shade
I would pick up some beers
And head there late
Watch the and listen
To their Growling banter
There was one I liked especially
I named her Sam as in Samantha
I offered a slice of apple from my hand
She sniff it, frown
And then lumber back to the trash can
I was going uphill on my Malvern Star
When I was by a scooter
You got a dollar or a cigarette?
Hey, I'm talking to you, poofter
What I should said was nothing
What I said was "get lost"
Next I'm upside-down with my bike in the dust
Spitting dirt all the way home
Cursing the ground that I was on
And the sun rose over the city
The wind swept through the valley
And you don't get over a broken heart
You just to carry it gracefully
And that's what it's like
When you've had your heart broken
The world shrugs its shoulders
And gets going
It just moves on in all its sadness and glory
Over dinner with a friend
I tell her my story
And as I finally put the book
Back on the shelf
She says
Maybe it's time you take a at yourself
No one's born an *******
It takes a lot of hard work
But God knows I've worked my ass off
To be a jerk
So hands I've held
While wondering why I felt nothing
And why, when I let go of that hand
I always start to feel something
And like a bottle smashed against my head
She'd say
I wish you just would've on me instead
And loving without loving
Is always the worst crime
I know all the and signals
'Cause now I've been on both sides
The way you choose words
The limpness of your hand
I almost died you introduced me as a friend
How can you call me a friend?
If you don't love me
Then please have the dignity to tell me
But I said any of that
I just shook hand
And looked at the doormat
The sun rose over the city
The wind through the valley
And you don't get over a heart
You learn to carry it gracefully
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