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| 1. |
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Doo doo doo...
So there's my baby Laughing at me in the sun Wonder if I'm the weaker one I feel so far away from home Always so far away The Pacific will pacify us when we're done If only we weren't always spun I feel so far away from home Always so far away From El Caminos in the west All collapsed and futureless I'll paint the words a simple wish For peace of mind and happiness El Caminos in the west We're all collapsed and futureless I'll paint the words a simple wish For peace of mind and happiness Doo doo doo... Here comes the chaos Perfectly on time again Well is it ever gonna end? I feel so far away from home Always so far away The demolition still can be a lot of fun Someone should tell me that I'm done I feel so far away from home Always so far away From El Caminos in the west All collapsed and futureless I'll paint the words a simple wish For peace of mind and happiness El Caminos in the west We're all collapsed and futureless I'll paint the words a simple wish For peace of mind and happiness Doo doo doo... |
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| 2. |
| 3:57 |
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Now that the "k" is in place
Where the "c" used to be It seems that I'm ceasing to be In a season of the old me I wouldn't trade my place I got no reason to be Weathered and withering Like in the season of the old me Bust the lock off the front door Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore Light the light on the front porch Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore And now it's on Now it's on Now that the lake's in place Where the dead sea used to be It seems that I'm ceasing to be In the season of the old me I wouldn't trade my place I got no reason to be Weathered and Withering Like in a season of the old me Bust the lock off the front door Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore Light the light on the front porch Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore And now it's on And now it's on And now it's on And now it's on Now it's on Now it's on |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 |
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you slept right by the yogurt hut on a painted curb,
wearing nothing but some cut-offs and a muscle shirt. and at 5 AM the donut girls came quietly to work. when they slid the trays and banged the bowls, you woke up with a jerk. 32 ounce soda to start the day off right. every now and then remembering little things about last night. hold on, take 5, check out the fox in the corvette then you said, "you know it don't get any better than that." he spent all the money on an ornate waterbed, it had a carving of a tiger right above his head. and he's embarassed of the fact that he works at pizza shack, he says he made 90K a year before he hurt his back. and the money his sister owes him, his cousin has, but he's in jail. there's all these checks that should be arriving any day now in the mail. but mysteriously the checks won't show and the sticky boombox by the door will end up getting sold once more, for a lot less than before. |
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