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shut out, pimpled and angry.<br />i quietly tied all my guts into knots.<br />gave up on trying to make them,<br />i figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides...<br /><br />it was undeniably clear to me i don't know why<br />when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters<br />i knew what worthless dregs we've always been.<br /><br />lucked out and found my favorite records<br />lying in wait at the birmingham mall.<br />the songs that i heard,<br />the occasional book<br />were the only fun i ever took.<br />and i got on with making myself.<br />the trick is just making yourself.<br /><br />but when they're parking their cars on your chest<br />you've still got a view of the summer sky<br />to make it hurt twice when your restless body<br />caves to its whims<br />and suddenly struggles to take flight...<br /><br />three thousand miles north east<br />i left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads.<br />what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love.<br />yes i know but i must say in my own defense<br /><br />it's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why<br />when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters<br />i knew the worthless dregs we are,<br />the selfless, loving saints we are,<br />the melting, sliding dice we've always been.
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shut out, pimpled and angry.<br />i quietly tied all my guts into knots.<br />gave up on trying to make them,<br />i figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides...<br /><br />it was undeniably clear to me i don't know why<br />when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters<br />i knew what worthless dregs we've always been.<br /><br />lucked out and found my favorite records<br />lying in wait at the birmingham mall.<br />the songs that i heard,<br />the occasional book<br />were the only fun i ever took.<br />and i got on with making myself.<br />the trick is just making yourself.<br /><br />but when they're parking their cars on your chest<br />you've still got a view of the summer sky<br />to make it hurt twice when your restless body<br />caves to its whims<br />and suddenly struggles to take flight...<br /><br />three thousand miles north east<br />i left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads.<br />what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love.<br />yes i know but i must say in my own defense<br /><br />it's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why<br />when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters<br />i knew the worthless dregs we are,<br />the selfless, loving saints we are,<br />the melting, sliding dice we've always been.
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