| Nauseated at the beach, we’re watching white birds
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| Flock around competing at the prizes.
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| We give 'em a slice of gum, a loaded trunk
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| With everything you left outside in East Fairmont.
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| Water bottles feed the kids you knew that you forgot that you knew.
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| We’re back here somewhere before you learned to read.
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| The music never changed, your heart just quit beating.
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| We held CD’s in our hands, our legs tied to our shoes.
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| Will you spend the next hours working,
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| While I rest with my head on the floor?
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| Did you leave the rest to rot in memory?
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| Did you remember to build a memorial?
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| Will they see us in the living room,
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| Between the key and your front door?
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| Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up.
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| Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own.
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| Where the pieces of the pieces go when walls corrode,
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| Where the water spills in waterbeds when we’re alone.
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| Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up.
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| Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own.
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| Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up.
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| Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own.
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| Where the pieces of the pieces go when walls corrode,
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| Where the water spills in waterbeds when we’re alone.
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| Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up.
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| Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own.
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| Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up.
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| Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own.
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| Where the pieces of the pieces go when walls corrode,
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| Where the water spills in waterbeds when we’re alone.
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| We were ghosts even then, errant sunlight on our skin. |
| Sunlight, sunlight.
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| And we drove out to the bluffs, raced each other through the dust.
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| We’re all gonna die.
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| We were ghosts even then, errant sunlight on our skin. |
| Sunlight, sunlight.
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| And we drove out to the bluffs, raced each other through the dust.
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| We’re all gonna die. |