"but those arent the only figures i'm looking at on the beach, if you know what i mean"
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Where The Road Runs Out
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c'est qui:
i know we're going to meet some day
in the crumbled financial institutions of this land
there will be tables and chairs
there'll be pony rides & dancing bears
there'll even be a band
cause listen, after the fall
there will be no more countries
no currencies at all,
we're gonna live on our wits
we're gonna throw away survival kits,
trade butterfly-knives for adderal
and that's not all
ooh-ooh, there will be snacks
there will there will be snacks
in the crumbled financial institutions of this land
there will be tables and chairs
there'll be pony rides & dancing bears
there'll even be a band
cause listen, after the fall
there will be no more countries
no currencies at all,
we're gonna live on our wits
we're gonna throw away survival kits,
trade butterfly-knives for adderal
and that's not all
ooh-ooh, there will be snacks
there will there will be snacks
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WINNERS
I keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
And that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of a cheekbone
And all day long I hear talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
And that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of a cheekbone
One day me and my cousin
We crossed town on the city buses laughin and cussin
All the live long day
there was a hollow in the woods where we studied other zones
a circle round the fort made of animal bones
and i know i'll never ever ever feel alone
with my cousin mr. george jerome
i keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
and that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone
the next day we was walkin downtown
i looked up and saw my old dancing shoes
hanging from a telephone wire
i saw two rows of cushions on the morning bus
and the exchange of secret handshakes without a modern touch
and i thought about my cousin and the codes that meant so much
we speak a dead language now our world has turned to dust
i bought a white chocolate tea in the park on my lunch break
i bought a painting off the street of a haunted lake
and i tried hard
to make the world an exciting place
i keep hearing talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
and that's ot half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone
and all day long i hear talk of the doom and they're sending the meek home
and that ain't half as bad as the shadow that's caught in the hollow of your cheekbone
all day long
when your heart goes boom, my heart goes boom too
when we walk into the room all the wallpaper comes in bloom
sit up and move the garden into the bedroom and have tea and crumpets like a bride and groom (we had breakfast in beeedddd)
i said goodbye
on a hazy day
i had a head full of thoughts
and they were children
of the faces
oh get on a school bus and go
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