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Oakland, winter, quiet night. This might be my favorite time. The house is quiet, the room is red. Baby, can we go to bed? And I know, I don't think we could ... - Cutting My Hair
Sliding down the windshield of my car, To catch a wiper and be tossed aside, to soak into The street Followed by another countless pour of rain, I swear I could... - Flagstaff
We heard the rumble of a faint explosion Sending waves that tremble underground It was the sound of a new decision We are debris of a system going down All we... - Fly On The Wall
Navigated into my own hole, I've got a stunning view Of all I can't control It's insulated but the walls are cold One foot on the ground One eye on the door Y... - Full Turn
This place is growing old, Weathering, aging Seasons flicker by It gives the theatre light to show a film, the memoir of a boy Note the movie score: Pieced tog... - Javelina
Have we been falling down the hill? Laughing far too hard to notice? Have we forgotten who we are? Submitting to what life makes us In a time of apathy, you au... - Styrofoam Walls
Our home is made of styrofoam We speak right through the walls Our floor is made of red wine stains It makes me want to sing Our home is made of styrofoam Thei... - Tip Of The Iceberg
Tip of the iceberg setting free it's greater half, Strange how the heat can rip apart the frozen mass Spinning slow in the water Edge of an unforgiving sea se... - We Are
We are the young men, we are the desperation We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door Call me the waste...
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