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GOLD MINE GUTTED
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GOLD MINE GUTTED,
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It was don delillo, whiskey neat,
and a blinking midnight clock
speakers on a tv stand, just a turntable to watch
when the smoke came out our mouths
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks
you were a stroke of luck
we were a goldmine and they gutted us
and from the sidelines
you see me run
until im out of breath
living the good life
i left for dead
the sorrowful midwest
well i did my best
to keep my head
it was grass stained jeans and incompletes
and a girl from class to touch
but you think about yourself too much
and you ruin who you love
well all these claims at consciousness
my stray dog freedom
lets have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divvy up
and from the sidelines
i see you run
until you're out of breath.
and all those white lines that sped us up
we hurry to our death
well i lagged behind
so you got ahead
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It was don delillo, whiskey neat, and a blinking midnight clock speakers on a tv stand, just a turntable to watch when the smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded sweatshirt walks you were a stroke of luck we were a goldmine and they gutted us and from the sidelines you see me run until im out of breath living the good life i left for dead the sorrowful midwest well i did my best to keep my head it was grass stained jeans and incompletes and a girl from class to touch but you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love well all these claims at consciousness my stray dog freedom lets have a nice clean cut like a bag we buy and divvy up and from the sidelines i see you run until you're out of breath. and all those white lines that sped us up we hurry to our death well i lagged behind so you got ahead
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