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This she did in for us to see
She came in here too to do the show
Between the trains and
Broken glass and lost hub
of a gun

Row house, row house, pass
Let the city rise up to fill the
flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off
The guitar guy played real good
And sounding riffs

his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip
The girl started out in red leather
I'm in a band, with knee pads
We watched her fall and lay down
Shouting the poetic truths of high journal keepers

Row house, row house, through
Let the city up
Twister, buster, hospital bed
see you, see you
See you on the

Now we're told so ideas, of song forms and freedom
Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a of miss donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected
Poised, yet screwed up
Yes sir, yes sir, right up

None of us know, where tryin' to get to
sort of live where we tryin' to build
Now we're told so ideas, of song forms and freedom
Seasons out of life, nothing is out of
L..A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever to
I'm from New York City, it out and let it in

Where are you
When broken eyes are closed
Head in a dream, green sailboats
Borrowed and returned
Emotions, books, outlooks on

Hello fifteen
Hello twenty