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mutiny bay
03:47
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ive been wanderin around
this old place i once called home
i look at the dirty ground
the tree tops are drenched in gold
and all my dead end friends they know
where every american should go
down to trustland for a smoke
but fuck it this life is just a joke
now im countin down time till you return
you left me with too much time to burn
now this heat is makin me so bored
just get stoned in my back yard
and all my dead end friends they know
where every man woman and child should go
down to trustland for a smoke
but fuck it this life is always a joke
now im bikin just to feel my legs
fuck around until its late
looking out over mutiny bay
the sunset dances like the waves
and all my dead end friends they know
where to go if you wanna smoke
or maybe get drunk alone in my room
but fuck it this life is nothin new
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2. |
corona butt
04:20
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shes got a corona butt
shes a teenage slut
hangin out down by the water
showin off her stuff
boyfriend rolls up in his vintage van
his back is pretty tan for a thirty somethin man
and she says baby can i have a cold treat
he just laughs and says no otter pop is free
and where are her winter clothes
she hung them up so long ago
so she can fuck someone she doesnt even know
and just lay there and burn
and maybe someday shell learn
shes got a double knit top
and she works at a coffee shop
evening light reflected off the water
makes her green eyes pop
whenever i see her around i can always make her smile
makes me wanna stop and hang out for a while
and i say baby do you want a cold treat
she just laughs and says no ice mocha is free
and where are my winter clothes
i shouldve hung them up so long ago
so i can try and fuck someone i dont already know
and just lay there and burn
and maybe someday ill learn
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3. |
power hour
03:26
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dog slobber on warm water
your killin it downstairs drinkin from the sink
im riding waves of adrenaline to the kitchen
the water factory makes all my drinks
and everything is so wrong
but with your hair up you look so tight
im gettin kicked out of bed
and listen to you snore all night
a snapchat keeps it alive for a moment
im ridin past the biggest dog youve ever seen
i know you know i dont know how to dive yet
im findin that i miss you in my dreams
and how is this gonna end
prolly with some regrets
im still gettin kicked out of bed
and listen to you snore all night
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4. |
beginnings
02:22
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and i dont even know your name
but would you help me kill this pain
and i dont even know your name
but i sure dont like this change
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molly
02:59
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i am moving and i am clean
feels like your right here next to me
i am moving and i am clean
feels like im in someone elses dream
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old one eye
03:34
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when all the streets look like oatmeal
and their shape is rain washed greyscale
keep one eye covered for a neon subway sign
it keeps the navy in line
it keeps me feelin alright
on a concrete rocket flyin away from love
a one eyed cat hears a cry from above
cant know myself while the moon still shines
it keeps his purrin in time
to the emptyness of life
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7. |
afterwards
02:15
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spend too much time in my dreams
wish you had told me what to believe
feel the same every night
bedroom walls dont look right
chest is tight from city heat
only static is the memory
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8. |
goodnight
01:49
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breakfast with the boys Squamish, British Columbia
just three boys trying get some eggs featuring bacon. brrrrrreakfast
baby
Kevin Frank (lead Guitar/ vocals)
Jon Vannote (Drums)
Elijah Iles (rythme guitar/ vocals)
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