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

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

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

Row house, row house, pass
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 and freedom
seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your image
Poised, yet totally up
Yes sir, yes sir, right up

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

are you now?
When your eyes are closed
Head in a dream, green sailboats
Borrowed and never
Emotions, books, on life

Hello fifteen
twenty fifteen