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

Row house, row house, through
Let the city up to fill the screen
Clothes out of closets, doorknobs falling off
The guitar guy real good feedback
And super riffs

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

Row house, row house, through
Let the rise up
Twister, dust buster, bed
see you, see you
See you on the

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

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

Where are you
When your eyes are closed
in a cloudy dream, green sailboats
Borrowed and returned
Emotions, books, on life

twenty fifteen
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