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your words are driftwood in the foam
washed ashore, unsure at home
roll upon the phantom stone
a heart to heart in the middle of the road
bowling in tehachapi
mcdonalds correctional facility
traffic stops dead on 15
nothing is as it seems
is it a streetlamp or evangeline
that follows me singing me off to sleep
pulls my gaze into dream
our talks on the phone just make me miss you more and more and more and more
pink floyd double queen suite
im tired of smoking weed in sim city
traffic stops dead on 15
nothing is as it seems
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nothing in common
03:47
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guess we don't have much in common
behind a blue sky cloud
turning my days inside out
don't have much to do now
at least not anymore
my beer is warm
in time I'll go
wherever i wanna go
wherever i wanna go
i cant forget the way you said it out loud
i'll always know what you're thinking
i thought it strange i cant remember saying
i'll always know what you're thinking
it won't be that much longer
it's all part of the plan
i woke up with a headache again
this beer tastes like shit
i cant forget the way you said it out loud
i'll always know what you're thinking
i thought it strange i cant remember saying
i'll always know what you're thinking
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echoes and wayves
02:31
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low energy
i can keep my eyes closed all day long
velvet thoughts always crashing into blue
ribbons and love letters
there's a puddle from the air conditioner
green light blinking out in the midwest
interface across interstates
there's no sense anymore
too busy letting old friends down
dang im tired now
and i cant get my head out of these reoccurring dreams
there's some deja vu in the way you say hello
Thunderclouds and drinking champagne
in the slang church (punk house?) basement
i swear to god i'm having deja vu again
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gas station dust
03:02
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over on the other side
i can taste the blood on your words
dripping over every word
you don't care about me
you can't see me anymore
undercover twisting dreams out of trees
i can taste the salt in your voice
saying whats the point
i cant grow up
i cant decompose fast enough
i'm just sinking in the mud
sinking in the mud
feel the heat the time it takes
to grow into those teeth you make
when demons sleep a worry breaks
my neck into place and into space
we float away with ways so strange
and tired now we become plain
and welcome pain without complaint
the past is just a dream
it rained today
feel the decay
just in case
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i just want to revel in the magic night
walking off the lingering monday drag
a soul so bored i can't even open my eyes
all blue and green and red at the same time
some time i might try to explain
the porch lights switch on as i'm walking by
illuminating every house i see in a row
im motionless
im infinite
just one more hit
then call it quits
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Hooplah! Oakland, California
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