- 3rd planet - i've got this thing that i consider my only art of fucking people over
- little motel - i can see it in your eyes like i taste your lips
- missed the boat - we made ourselves a pillar, but we just used it as a crutch
- ocean breathes salty - in my head, in my heart, in my soul
- paper thin walls - and everyone hears every little sound
- teeth like god's shoeshine - from the top of the ocean, yeah! from the bottom of the sky, goddamn!
- the world at large - we'll float on maybe would you understand; my thoughts were so loud i couldn't hear my mouth
- trailer trash - when comparing your bellyaches
jun 14 2010 ∞
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