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[Verse 1]
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April blooming, white jasmine spills over on
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To the worn out floral pattern couch
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Where I have been waiting. Hey, kid, I think our vessel is sinking under the weight
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Of our dark as black coffee spiked
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With cheap whiskey thinking. I stand up at the front of your bed
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Pull down the sleeves on my beat up black and white wool sweater.
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I'm squeezing the little red marks on my wrist where
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I made some mistakes
[Break]
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[Verse 2]
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Minds blank and limbs bruised
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Stomachs full of black coffee and plantains
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In the thick smoky fog of your bedsheets
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We have dug our graves
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Seattle is just around the corner
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I feel excited and nervous
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And a little bit cornered
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We shave each others' heads to escape the heat
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And take to the streets
[Break]
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[Verse 3]
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And we rise in the late morning on New Year‘s Day to our feast of leftovers and
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Falling back to sleep in the sun in your front yard.
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I think about how long it's been since
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I've felt so full and safe and warm.
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And I ride downtown on my bike all the same
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With my headphone in —eyehategod— And no brakes.
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Days like these got me smiling so hard it hurts my face;
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I'm going to wake up tomorrow, whatever it takes
[Break]
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