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Chlorine Chips
02:18
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I drank too much, took a nap on the ground
Taking everything that's not tied down
Spending the nights in the clogged sewer
Arrested on the beach with a hot dog skewer
Sleep on the nails of everyone behind me
Bound by the vines that i can't see
I don't wanna be a bum man
Taking all my friends with me in the van
I don't wanna stay in the city
Watching LA suits, always being busy
Destination in the ground, i've drowned
Getting going for something new i've found
The color of the sun, black, damp colored holes
Trying not to break my parole
Leaving the town in one hour
Not being able to afford the shower
I don't wanna be a bum man
Taking all my friends with me in the van
I don't wanna stay in the city
Watching LA suits, always being busy
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Gray Snow
02:48
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And though your dead and gone i know
Your memory will live in the snow
Cold desert days, shut the door in my face
Pool to the lake as you crawl away
30 man army stand in the way
5 years retained the dogs will stay
Don't take it personally now that you have been set free
The one that you left, well she's the real worry
Mirror that sat showed what we had
Empty houses leave a body bag
The eyes i can feel are weary rode
The wind will blow on your gravestone
The patio melted all the snow
Fireplace ashes nowhere to go
Gone the man i'll never know
Don't take it personally now that you have been set free
The one that you left, well she's the real worry
Mirror that sat showed what we had
Empty houses leave a body bag
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Pomona
02:21
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Hollow husk of a mind
When will she decide
Buildings will stay in their place
Aging that the right pace
The wind blows without me
The way that it has been
The time that we sat on the curb
The wind blows without me
The way that it has been
Forget all that you have heard
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Sun People
02:44
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Everyone's deals got rearranged
Everything turned gray and misshaped
I wish the city kids would change
Nights set and we remain
Memory cards take all your social cues
And all of your childrens too
Blaming it all on hating me
Leaving for years, just let it be
Hit by the yellow lights they can't pass
All your conversions are so half assed
I loved the way your were interested in things
Turned into money and designer rings
There you thought you could trust her
Never seen a cloak rise sooner
Break the bank, the risk you take
Just for the fake love that you will make
All the tree’s have turned to the light
The man sitting there, he has no mind
Woke up in a room completely white
My reality check has been signed
Dead with the cells like the push of a button
Everything is to be forgotten
It's been 19 years and im freaking out
The crisis of what i'm all about
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Frog Legs
02:59
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Sticky cards stick to my hands
They say i'm caged but i've learned how to stand
She can't know no one
Because the bus won't let her on
Smoking cigarettes, the streets they found
Burning my apartment to the ground\
Become nothing when you've got the time
Spending weeks in the same dreams to show me a sign
The horns would have played for you today
You would have heard them if you had stayed
Looking down the road you feel bad
A journey to the last race you thought you had
The sun fades from the skies
Telling me to blink my eyes
Become nothing when you've got the time
Spending weeks in the same dreams to show me a sign
We had the time of our life
Sad to say i was living a lie
The voice echoes in my head
Running away i can still taste the sweat
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