Baby I know hate
Is always waiting at the gate;
I just thought we'd locked the gate when we left in the morning.
And I was told that war
Is how we landed on these shores;
I just thought the drums of war'd be louder warnings.
Is always waiting at the gate;
I just thought we'd locked the gate when we left in the morning.
And I was told that war
Is how we landed on these shores;
I just thought the drums of war'd be louder warnings.
Lyrics from This Life by Vampire Weekend, from the album Father Of The Bride
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