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I saw the door and I looked through the entrance |
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Stare down night sky, dot pattern seeming endless |
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Broken friendship, dandy dog on leash |
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Door latch caught spot, shoe stomp on street |
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Tape deck plays and the reels will spin |
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Suburb sound close down as boom-bap begin |
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My red face hide in the shades of the trees |
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As buggered blue moonlight pass through the leaves |
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Carry out my concerning deeds in the deprivation of the darkness |
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The com-com-comfort of cave-dweller locked inside of an apartment |
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I spark this with the marked mistakes of minors learning |
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How to build a better book of matches by watching the fire burning |
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Count all my dreams on a pair of Pinocchio fingers |
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And trace the trail back home by the tumbling splinters |
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A silly beginner, basic apprentice aggression |
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In the absence of a master, trying to make up my own lesson |
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Who knew I would wait, I would wait such a long time |
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Who knew I would wait, I would wait such a long time |
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From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement |
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To the roaches and rats to the armored cars pacing |
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From the spies to the thieves to the cross-eyed complainers |
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To the...ain't that long when you count out the paces |
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From the breach to the tracks to the aliens with statements |
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To the grief to the crap that they all want to wade in |
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To the forth and back, the forth and back |
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There's no turning back and back and back and back again |
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Secrets explode whether you mean it or not |
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I locked my dreams with the right keys but I worked the wrong locks |
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The strong box screws split quick before I could retighten |
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I learned lightning strikes and leaves before language leaks "it lightens" |
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The waking of the dead to live and work with the freaks |
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I was a vampire roaming streets when I would swear I'is asleep |
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The beeping of the buzzer burn my brain the next day |
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I tried to brush my teeth but never could remove the blood stains |
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A double life of moonlighting grows tiring from trying |
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If you got to work a day job and keep the villagers from rioting |
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The list of lies, lengthened longer, left life laymen honest |
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Invited the world into my home to show the bones stacked in my closet |
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A dumb little skeleton walking miles to chase a silly dream |
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Stubborn skull, split shoes, punctuated by abrasive feet |
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All the while stalking, walking, awkward through the night |
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In the stomach of the suburbs with a dog by my side |
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From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement |
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To the roaches and rats to the armored cars pacing |
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From the spies to the thieves to the cross-eyed complainers |
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To the...ain't that long when you count out the paces |
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From the breach to the tracks to the aliens with statements |
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To the grief to the crap that they all want to wade in |
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To the forth and back, the forth and back |
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There's no turning back and back and back and back again |
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From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement |
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To the roaches and rats to the armored cars pacing |
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From the spies to the thieves to the cross-eyed complainers |
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To the...ain't that long when you count out the paces |
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From the breach to the tracks to the aliens with statements |
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To the grief to the crap that they all want to wade in |
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To the forth and back, the forth and back |
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Forth and back and back and back again |
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From the dreams to the leaves to the cracks in the pavement |
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To the roaches and rats to the armored cars pacing |
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From the spies to the thieves to the cross-eyed complainers |
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To the...ain't that long when you count out the paces |
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From the breach to the tracks to the aliens with statements |
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To the grief to the crap that they all want to wade in |
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To the forth and back, the forth and back |
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There's no turning back and back and back and back again |