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King Edward Equinox
02:27
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Yer Smoking on the Phone
05:58
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I start to miss home
while yer smoking on the phone
yes, it's raining here as well
I've been having this dream
about collecting bones
up to lake banook
along the road
my roomate says that it's clear
I don't know what I'm doing here
I always liked you as a brunette
when was the last time? I forget
radiation burns on the top of your cheeks
this is some rain, hell, I'd call it sleet
just a touch of milk
stirred in with a thumb
and the moon is out today
yeah, it's shining in the sun
yes, it's raining here as well
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Sketch of Jenny
02:44
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"A Gasoline Rainbow"
03:14
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cool air through an open door
and the sense of an ending
you've never seen spring here before
but already you're leaving
and I am stuck behind the bus on portland street
singing big time to myself
the way we did all those times last summer
you said you hate it but you don't
"bangs of rain on your glass"
"a gasoline rainbow"
cliché lines you've saved
what for, you don't know
it's funny how all these things come together
the storm sounding bored outside
incessant drops in our dirty sink
behind your quiet guitar
you said you hate it but you don't
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Never Coming Home
06:01
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The trains roll by my porch
Down here where nothing can live
I've been smoking too much because I am no exception
You knew that already, I think
If you want salvation
Then you ought to go see a priest
Because forgiveness from those that we hurt in this world
Never was guaranteed
I'm coming home, it's late again, I'm high as I've ever been
You're sitting up, you're in our bed crying for a ghost again
No room could be as dark or as empty as ours is
Because I'm at home but I'm not here, and I never am
I wonder how many
Friends roll past my house in the night?
In boxcars they sleep with hearts stashed in their backpacks
They'll make California all right
A promise from me
Is just a lie I ain't told yet
So I'm ready to die, but I'm not willing to watch
You watch me die here in our bed
I'm lying down, I've been nodding out since I don't know when
The lights are on, you're standing up screaming at a ghost again
Darling, I'm home, hell I ain't left this house of ours in days
But I'm not here. I never am, so I just can't stay
My darling, I'm never coming back from where I'm going
My darling, I'm never coming home
My darling, I'm never coming back from where I'm going
My darling, I'm never coming home
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