Текст песни Grant Lee Buffalo -  Armchair   
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You call me from your armchair with no will to be there 
The weight of your armored suit so immense 
Caught up in the turnstiles even talk becomes battle 
Withdraw your only defense 
 
I`ve held that emptiness 
I`ve held it and I`ve made the same wish at times 
To lunge headlong and out of reach 
So bleak or bare I`ll hold you through each 
 
Praying to the saints and now the candle is low 
Regrets won`t hasten their remedy 
Even when it`s awkward in the dull loss of words oh 
Please don`t hide your sorrow from me 
 
`Cause I`ve held oh that emptiness 
I`ve held it and I`ve made the same wish at times 
To lunge headlong and out of reach 
So bleak or bare I`ll hold you through each 
 
Hold you through each 
Na na na 
 
You call me from your armchair 
Everyone`s been there once 
I`ll be at your side when you`re needing someone