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I'm on a staight line when a man comes around
And he got lines in the suit
Coming out to make us moot
I'm moving on now if I like it or not
He says I've got nowhere to go
Tell me something I don't know
He's painting it out like I don't want to know
The picture has come down
I'm taking it off and throwing it out
The picture is about what could have been easier
The picture is coming around now
How come I feel so washed up
At such a such a tender age now
How could I feel so washed up
The picture is coming around now
It could have been easier
At such at such a tender age
I'm listening to the comforting sound
Of some kind of work being done outside
Of sounds from next door the walls don't hide
I'm listening to mountain to sound
And the way it's panned is cool
But when I get back home to you
There's got to be something more than that too
The human resource clerk
Has two cigarettes and back to work
She eats right but hurts
And she says it could have been good by now
It could have been more than a wage yeah
How come she feels so washed up
At such a such a tender age now
It could have been easier
It could have been more than a wage
How come she feels so washed up at such a tender age
I'm on a straignt line and a man comes around
And I got nowhere to go
Come back and tell something I don't know
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Dont you know that the dirt's on fire down here? - yeah yeah
If you've got the shells build a statue to yourself down here - yeah yeah
Dig a tunnel if it's where you want to lie down here - yeah yeah
Sleeping in the smoke 'cuz the dirt's on fire down here - yeah yeah
Dont you want to breathe dont you want to see where we're going?
Dont you want to breathe can't you wave and see nothing's changing
Nothing's ever changing
Florida's, florida's on fire
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Eyeline the driveway
Eyeblack the door
Sky all around me
Levels life from roof to floor
Trees and knees are lovely
Seek it, find the core
I have grown to life
Like all in silence, wait for more
Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to follow when I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Sending off where lightning goes
I will try to fight them
I will let them nowhere to go
Try escape the pace
I'll say God bless you, let me know
We know the answers
We fill us in
I do not diminish
Start to finish, front to end
Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to swallow when I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Censor of the lightning ghosts
Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to swallow when I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Sending off where lightning goes
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i think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now
i'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
that's rusted firm, no lie
'cause all these conversations wind on and on...
drinking champagne from a paper cup
is never quite the same
and every sip's moving through my eyes
and up into my brain
at half past two; about time to leave
'cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues
a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
as i'm waiting around for you
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