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At the movies, eyes iced over, walking sideways, through them gutters |
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And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history |
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Well don't you look at me like life don't hold you anymore mystery |
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Bag of splinters boiling over, on your back expose your belly |
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Optimism doesn't change the facts, just what you're gonna see |
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Like it was stated that we're walking salt and coal |
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Plants solidify sunshine, how'd this start, I don't know |
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Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores |
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The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes |
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And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm |
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At the movies, eyes iced over, walking sideways, through the gutter |
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And you realize life sticks to your feet, your history |
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I'm gonna slap that look off your face like life don't hold no mystery |
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All those red marks on our shoulders Self back patting, homemade trophies |
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Well the past only exists as tiny bricks we burn to release all it's memory |
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I've had enough with rolling boulders, I want more moss on me |
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Clocks to splinters but time goes forward |
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And when them trees drop leaves your feet collect their memories |
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I guess all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty!! |
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I heard you mention we're walking salt and coal |
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Plants solidify sunshine, how'd it start, I don't know |
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Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores |
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The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes |
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And when we read it, our skin, it becomes quite warm |
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At the movies, eyes iced over Walking sideways, through the gutters |
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And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history |
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I'm gonna knock that look off your face like life don't hold you no more mystery |