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SWR
04:15
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High above these crowded streets
My mind races through my miseries
As I think of ways to come down
Jitters from my morning coffee
Left my chest with a painful throbbing
That cigarettes could not sort out
Flashes of this self deceiving
Like subway stops through past bereavement
While the spin cycle does my cleaning
Strung out on something just to make sense
Leaky synapses barely held, in my defense
Hard to barter with the muddy mirror
Pacing steps hardly ever get it cleaner
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
If you can't roll with the punches
Then get out of this place
Cause I cannot stand to see you like this
Burning eyes and bound by vices
Splitting hairs and counting pennies
Polishing my rusted metals
Of past achievements to half hearted endeavors
Writing "to-do" on scraps of paper
Maybe today I'll get around to "later"
Or get lost in Checker Cabs and forgotten favors
This unraveling Idea
That I can actually leave if I ever choose to leave
Ignoring every sign
That my moment came and went
Hell bent on heaven sent and every sentiment
Everyone knows everything
But every time it falls apart
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Better Unsaid
02:06
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In the back of an unmarked Chevy
It was August, there were stars in the sky
After reading a book that neither of us remember,
We sat there and talked about life
I lit up a joint and you breathed deep,
I watched your dark eyes roll back in your head
You told me there was something precious to you
That you left and it's better unsaid
I can't help but wonder
If this is something that one day I'll regret
As I'm staring at you through the rearview mirror
Just hoping that this isn't it
At the border of North Carolina
Where you left me to fend for myself
When you told me that you
Just couldn't be my hero
And you told me to find somebody else
You said yeah, yeah, yeah, you'll be just fine
I said yeah, and I can't help but feeling That this is really the end
As I'm standing out here
With my hands in my pockets
Waiting for this train
So I can get back home
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Best Regards New York
Four fat dads from Long Island, New York playing melodic punk rock
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