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Tokyo Drift
03:50
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Oh how black the pavement is
In all the neighborhoods there are left to live
Glaring lapses there have passed
The windows closed to the drafts and the vessels were snatched
Our bodies jointed and julienned in the sun
Clean shaven and pressed down to pleading pulp
Inside out now the clotheslines strum dumbly on
Strung up absences pinned up as warnings of
On a tarpaulin in the weeds
They lay me down slow and so easy
They hum your hurting days are through
Even when I'm begging still to follow
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St. Johns
02:40
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Days pass like a breath
You were right it feels like double-dutching through time
Nights all fall so fast
With you and all the shit you keep talking to friends
Still high
Hold on to home base
I see you
Clutch slack in two toned haze
Wherever you're coming from
Now you're channeling him in between the basement the barbiturate
You sing, how?
Drive to St. Johns again
Resurrect the bed that they all found you in
While I slept so sound
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