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Styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand |
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Disembodied voice of God in the trash can |
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Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future |
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Sleeping through the steak out, researching the rumor |
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My old motor and mattress of memories |
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First you were embarrassed, but how could you not be |
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Tangled in teenage mum at the movies |
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Your voice ran out out of words, it was awkward and homey |
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Gospel in your belly, they aim a little lower |
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Back into the bleachers, spoke as it's owner |
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Syndicate a sermon you sang from the raptors |
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Anchors in your pockets, holding down the laughter |
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Tearing up your mind, your lust and your ego |
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Slingshot a martyr to speed your libido |
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Perish grows to jelly, blissful and wasted |
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Your fish knew I consult them pictures of them naked |
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You're complicating your worst mixed messes |
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You built them burned to bridge |
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And scattered all your crumbs at the cliff |
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She wants me, she'll swim for it |
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Brother, can you spare your arms or your arrows? |
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Thunder clap's arising, I think that I should go home |
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To the days when back barns, it melts me |
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Nineteen ninety six and you're waiting there to tell me |
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"I didn't die, you dreamt it, you dreamt it |
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I'm as alive as your best good intentions |
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Sorry that I tricked you, you had to focus |
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Put yourself together, clear out, you got this" |
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But for all that effort |
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The slow burned struggle |
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I forgot where you live |
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She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now |
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She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now |
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She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now |
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Remembering |
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She swept away the clues from the cliff, you're lost now |
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Remembering |
