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Deerhounds |
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the HIATUS |
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| [00:12.11] |
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| [00:14.00] |
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| [00:15.33] |
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| [00:15.95] |
Frost in the morning |
| [00:18.80] |
Dog barking |
| [00:23.70] |
Emptied the trash |
| [00:26.46] |
Lit my cig |
| [00:28.58] |
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| [00:31.43] |
Licking my lips |
| [00:33.81] |
Still tastes like oatmeal |
| [00:39.21] |
Licking my lips |
| [00:41.56] |
Still tastes like oatmeal |
| [00:47.00] |
|
| [00:48.85] |
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes |
| [00:54.14] |
The histories and stories that are never spoken |
| [00:59.95] |
My empty soul is screaming out |
| [01:05.71] |
I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium |
| [01:13.04] |
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| [01:19.86] |
Back in the days |
| [01:22.69] |
Hands on deck |
| [01:27.56] |
Struck in my head |
| [01:30.27] |
I don't know why |
| [01:32.83] |
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| [01:35.31] |
Licking my lips |
| [01:37.72] |
Still tastes like your lip |
| [01:43.05] |
Licking my lips |
| [01:45.49] |
Still tastes like your lip |
| [01:50.83] |
|
| [01:52.71] |
Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes |
| [01:57.98] |
The histories and stories that are never spoken |
| [02:03.80] |
My empty soul is screaming out |
| [02:09.61] |
Just starting out in the world of pandemonium |
| [02:15.93] |
|
| [03:03.74] |
As I come down from the up above |
| [03:11.55] |
I know the ones are gone from here |
| [03:19.33] |
Uncrowned life |
| [03:23.15] |
A westbounds sign |
| [03:27.10] |
I saw deerhounds running wild again |
| [03:34.80] |
Again |
| [03:38.67] |
Again |
| [03:42.50] |
Again |
| [03:46.33] |
Again |
| [03:48.37] |
Again |
| [03:50.30] |
Again |
| [03:54.15] |
Again |
| [03:56.09] |
Again |
| [03:58.08] |
Again |
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