Mates of State - The Re-Arranger

Red colonial houses lining all the snow white streets
Working out all our problems there in the back of the house where the ghosts all sleep
I know it's impossible but you should try to shake it off
With that shot to the chest, boy
I know you mean it, you mean it, you mean it, you mean it
Defining the problems here it's the threat at home of regret at home
I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off
And if you really wanna shake it off
You're gonna re-arrange us
Just stop and shake it off

You're gonna re-arrange us
You were turning in anger
She's staring at the back twin trees
(You've got a fury for the smallest things
You've got to bury it in your head)
Kicking back all that fury there to the part of your head where it can live and seethe
I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off
With that shot to the chest, boy
I know you mean it, you meant it, you mean it, you mean it

(Staring at the back, twin trees while you're spinning your anger red)
Now I know what's inside you
I know I don't want you
I know I don't want you
I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off
And if you really want her shake it off, you've got to re-arrange us
Just stop and shake it off
You've gotta re-arrange us
Re-arrange us
Ooh
Love loud, don't lose loud
Re-arrange us
You're the re-arranger

Written by:
Jason Edward Hammel, Kori Gardner Hammel

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Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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