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And as we read, the world written in red |
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Luminous language and what was said |
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Our future's terminal and anything good will do |
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We will do it today and then throw it away |
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And these are the records |
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These are the friends |
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These are the monuments |
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Dreams never end |
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Fans and scrappy cassette sounds |
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Pagan ampex spectral clouds |
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Something is missing |
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Something is missing |
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Unwilling to bend our knees |
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But willing to burst into flame |
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In Washington state or Newcross Gate |
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Always remember the failures |
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Always remember and tell us when you do |
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Tell us when you do |
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A stereo's as cheap as it takes |
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Our bookshelves full of mixtapes |
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Of punk and soul and damaged rock 'n roll |
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The Go-Betweens and Supremes |
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And the Chills and the Dills |
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Something is missing |
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Something is missing |
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Remember the lost bands that never had a hope |
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Checks and Credits by Toulouse |
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It was scratchy, it was great |
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Unseen history of these bands |
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Like a building built on fertile land |
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But I own that fanzine and the 45s |
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And I promise not to let them die |
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And in the skin of the world |
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We're like a heartbeat |
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Our rotten teeth like cobblestones |
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In the pathway of forgotten things |
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Haunted all our favorite bars |
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And nurtured hard our daydream scars |
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Something is missing |
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Something is missing |
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Change of river, running back to the sea |
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Detour this to the heart of the dream |
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Thank you, that guitar (?) to words |
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Amplify tears and rusty badges |
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Fingerprint photograph smudges |
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Our mixtapes are memories for unseen histories |
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And mixtapes are memories for unseen histories |
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What means the most to you, it means the most to me |
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What means the most to you, it means so much to me |
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And something is missing |
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Something is missing |
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I put my tongue in my mouth |
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A bit of black tooth comes out |
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This happens monthly |
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Rotten footsteps to goodbye |
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We found this out in the underground |
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And we felt so proud to be on the ground |
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And something is missing |
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And something is missing |
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And something is missing |
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And something is gone |
