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sleep It's so appropriate The way we amplify the sound And then the neighbors drop by And they ask to turn it down again We spread out And everyone

of the car felt more like a home Than I would ever have thought And through the evening the engine kept on Until we hit Chicago and decided to stop

be a simpler explanation 'Cause I scrimped and I saved Just to find that they've been splicing my inventions Cold skin and bones and this latitude We

convictions every time My memory cannot recall a wave of alcohol We shared a cigarette and shave the hours off Talking how the group had begun to splinter And

You've been forewarned of the shake-shakedown Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand Gossip that's stacked at your door You swallowed

's so appropriate: the way we amplify the sound, and then the neighbors drop by and they ask (us) to turn it down again... we spread out and everyone

you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness. when your apologies fail to ring true, (you're

: I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, and stated that it's never ever been better than this. I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard

losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends, leaving the dishes stacked in the sink. I'd keep a distance 'cause the complications cloud it all, and