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This she did in public for us to see

She came in here too drunk to do the show

Between the trains and cars

Broken glass and lost hub-caps, images of a gun

Row house row house pass through

Let the city rise up to fill the screen

Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off

The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs

With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip

The girl started out in red patent leather

Very i'm in a band with knee pads

We watch her fall over and lay down,

Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers

Row house row house pass through, let the city rise up

Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, i'll see you, see you

See you on the highway

Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom

Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts

The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image

Poised, yet totally screwed up

Yes sir, yes sir, step right up



None of us know, where we're trying to get to

What sort of live where we trying to build

Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom

Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach

L.a. is more confusing now, than anywhere i've ever been to

I'm from new york city, breath it out and let it in



Where are you now?

When your broken eyes are closed

Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats

Borrowed and never returned

Emotions, books, outlooks on life



Hello 20 15!



Hello, 20, 15!






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