This is a piano / vocal cover of "Central Reservation" song from the Brooklyn band Bishop Allen. These are the texts were only singing, but anyway, haha. "Central Reservation" by Bishop Allen on Sunday night hoping to central booking, no one I know is where I am, where I was ashamed of my list to add, took my belt and my shoes, but I'm not a danger No, it is not and if I am in my defense, I protest my innocence, or should I say,"I know that I was wrong," Despite all the evidence, the photograph and fingerprints I do not need you here do not get one, do not belong to me, I do not know when I come to see me, I knew it was like to be messy could it be? I felt so free Ran a block then a fall has handcuff lock and whispered: "No, I do not walk, make me go" And if I am in my defense, I protest my innocence, or should I say: "I know that I wrong "? Why, despite all the evidenceThe photograph and fingerprints do not stay here, I do not belong, I belong, do not share a cell with Hellions are taken to some little teenage rebellion, but I do not know what to know, strut makes them use the phone, but no one answers, that man, swears it's just a dancer And we all hope the wrong Sunday night in central booking, no one I know is, where I am or where I was, where I mean?
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