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Year of the Sunhouse
02:10
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Can you feel me smile into your palm
With the hand that's covering up my mouth?
And I hope I'm not as stupid as I sound
Would you cut me out if I put out?
Every time I see you look my way
You look so good, like you're mocking me
They ask are you still playing basement shows with the band?
Doing the music thing? Well yes I fucking am!
And something feels good in my sunhouse–your moon
In the cold, hard light of dawn–with attitude!
Neurological tendency won't get the best of me
I am more than a bundle of pain receptors
So come on let's take a trip
Down to the south, we'll sleep in shifts
I'll do all of I-95, you do 66
And something feels good in my sunhouse–your moon
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Pure Bliss Choices
02:34
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Something weird keeps dripping from the ceiling in the kitchen
It looks like blood or AC rust, it's hard to tell
Hell, you're not really all there
Just keep running on pure bliss choices
It's the last time to do it
Mutant fishtown neighbor seems to be screaming about some overgrown tree in the backyard
Squirrels are fucking in my ceiling
And I keep having restaurant dreams where too many people come in
But you're not really all there
Just keeping running on pure bliss choices
What can I say? I've got a love for the game and bad taste in active adult living
And I'm all heart
I'll waste this prime life real estate the way I want and go and see that giant VA cigarette
You're not really all there
You're not really all there
Just keep running, and it runs out baby so speed up
And just keep on choosing pure bliss the whole way
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