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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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