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By Dear And The Headlights, On some mentioning of thoughts of mid twenties tangent plots
Those
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By Dear And The Headlights, Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen hand
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By Dear And The Headlights, We're just whistling past the graveyard
Laughing in backseats and restaurants
Don't
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By Dear And The Headlights, Shaking my teeth loose on your table
The dullest white squares
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By Dear And The Headlights, Smiling sweetly, said she made
you smoke your cigs all outside
This'll
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By Dear And The Headlights, Old lies, half right
That I'm happy in love
Long list in
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By Dear And The Headlights, Oh so the words have all been said
The feelings old
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By Dear And The Headlights, Gone for a while
And then blink and revile
My old habits
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By Dear And The Headlights, I've got this feeling in my blood
That I want more
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By Dear And The Headlights, Did the seesaw nights put their hands on you?
I can't
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By Dear And The Headlights, A postcard of apple cores on spit strained wooded floors
I
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By Dear And The Headlights, In this act I'll disguise those dead eyes
stretch right the
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By Dear And The Headlights, I want to bury your face
in the midwestern dirt to
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By Dear And The Headlights, Mother make me gold again again again again
It was us
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By Dear And The Headlights, So many ways, but you don't ever see 'em coming
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By Dear And The Headlights, Oh no! I had a thought and a feeling
I watched
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By Dear And The Headlights, I'm like a paper cup with a pin prick
You can
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By Dear And The Headlights, There's no sound, no one around
Half the sun's gone underground
All
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By Dear And The Headlights, Run in the front like you said
I'm sad, I miss
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By Dear And The Headlights, Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows
Cacophonous caws, bacterial
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By Dear And The Headlights, Was it a broken arm, or collar bone?
Well it depended
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By Dear And The Headlights, Speak dumb like every other one
"Don't want to let you
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By Dear And The Headlights, You're like a constant crowding consonant I'm a claustrophobic I,
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By Dear And The Headlights, Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors
The overcompensation
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By Dear And The Headlights, Oh I was on my way to doing something else,
you
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By Dear And The Headlights, Haven’t seemed haven’t seen happy it’s gonna come to me
When
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By Dear And The Headlights, Did these seesaw nights put their hands on you?
I can't
