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Michigan has me in a chokehold
I'm feeling swollen as snow rolls by
The garbage man knows my plight
Phony preachers claim we're all just carbon
I've got a smile that's wide and toothy
You're prejudice for my song's unruly
oh my feet are cold
But that's the way it is
When your home wears thin like a tired glove
Summer couldn't be any further now
I hold myself like a steady day job
just like the one that i dream to have
But in the rusted snowman state
it's like the one that i'll never have
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We're trash and you know it we're trash x4
I'm stale, swept under, ripped sails
You're mush, and still, so clear
My desk, layered in this dust
The advent of these wasted days must stop
We're trash and you know we're trash X4
nicotine machine
My clothes are old and used
While your fingers got the iPod blues
I hear the cold, muted globe
You're a blanket in Houston that needs a home
nicotine machine
We're trash and you know it we're trash
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While the children play
muscles in my face slowly dissipate
Mittens grasping bones
the worms have long since froze
Yet the hollow logs
and unsung slobs
Keep it alone in here
With a face so red
I fight inside to appreciate what have you
This uniform fashioned in my head
Grows older each day
I'm a dried up bog
an unsung slob
Snow in my shoes
Pissy child won't you just move on
You seek paternal embrace, and loathe your mothers
Dying rambler the days are dead
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There's certain times where you dust off your head
and you shove the sheets into the wind
You're mouth is dry, cracked, round and sharp
It's a mighty world just play the part
I know you planned it
See my friends grasping
What they're lucky to have
He's got the crown
His swooning world
Where did you come from?
I don't know, but you stole my home
Treat her well
She's under your spell
Drunk at the movies with your friends
They're not the same ones that you left
A father sits behind us in the rows
My breath is tinged with booze he knows
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Each day blows back
after the night's heart attack
I've been ridin my bike through the constellations
And your car was smashed
The curve of the earth
Could never contain you
But things fell in the way
You wanted at least I hope
The devil called up
He's got a night for you
With all the town delinquents and planetary monsters
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Teach me how to hear
How life and chance
cycle and dance
despite our desires spent
spending countless hours on
indulging in others lost thoughts
What happened to the static and
the better end, of tv shows in the wind
now everyone's on each other's back
and love sweet love
I know I'm a pup but please dont chain me outside
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The chiming telephones ring
I swear on the other end is some kind of ghost
At least to me, cause their calls make me sing
Oh I'm sure the air here is no less clean
Then the toxic smoke you breathe and breathe
Who is this lord
The one that serves my lunch to me
With a side of fear and glass of my regrets
I know the air here isn't any cleaner
Cause we're like you smoking cigarettes at the table
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released January 19, 2011
