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And as we read, the world written in red
Luminous language and what was said
Our future's terminal and anything good will do

We will do it today and then throw it away

And these are the records
These are the friends
These are the monuments
Dreams never end
Fans and scrappy cassette sounds
Pagan ampex spectral clouds

Something is missing
Something is missing

Unwilling to bend our knees
But willing to burst into flame
In Washington state or Newcross Gate
Always remember the failures
Always remember and tell us when you do
Tell us when you do

A stereo's as cheap as it takes
Our bookshelves full of mixtapes
Of punk and soul and damaged rock 'n roll
The Go-Betweens and Supremes
And the Chills and the Dills

Something is missing
Something is missing

Remember the lost bands that never had a hope
Checks and Credits by Toulouse
It was scratchy, it was great
Unseen history of these bands
Like a building built on fertile land
But I own that fanzine and the 45s
And I promise not to let them die

And in the skin of the world
We're like a heartbeat
Our rotten teeth like cobblestones
In the pathway of forgotten things
Haunted all our favorite bars
And nurtured hard our daydream scars

Something is missing
Something is missing

Change of river, running back to the sea
Detour this to the heart of the dream
Thank you, that guitar (?) to words
Amplify tears and rusty badges
Fingerprint photograph smudges

Our mixtapes are memories for unseen histories
And mixtapes are memories for unseen histories
What means the most to you, it means the most to me
What means the most to you, it means so much to me

And something is missing
Something is missing

I put my tongue in my mouth
A bit of black tooth comes out
This happens monthly
Rotten footsteps to goodbye

We found the sound in the underground
And we felt so proud to be underground

And something is missing
And something is missing
And something is missing
And something is gone
And as we read, the world written in red   Luminous language and what was said   Our future's terminal and anything good will do      We will do it today and then throw it away      And these are the records   These are the friends   These are the monuments   Dreams never end   Fans and scrappy cassette sounds   Pagan ampex spectral clouds      Something is missing   Something is missing      Unwilling to bend our knees   But willing to burst into flame   In Washington state or Newcross Gate   Always remember the failures   Always remember and tell us when you do   Tell us when you do      A stereo's as cheap as it takes   Our bookshelves full of mixtapes   Of punk and soul and damaged rock 'n roll   The Go-Betweens and Supremes   And the Chills and the Dills      Something is missing   Something is missing      Remember the lost bands that never had a hope   Checks and Credits by Toulouse   It was scratchy, it was great   Unseen history of these bands   Like a building built on fertile land   But I own that fanzine and the 45s   And I promise not to let them die      And in the skin of the world   We're like a heartbeat   Our rotten teeth like cobblestones   In the pathway of forgotten things   Haunted all our favorite bars   And nurtured hard our daydream scars      Something is missing   Something is missing      Change of river, running back to the sea   Detour this to the heart of the dream   Thank you, that guitar (?) to words   Amplify tears and rusty badges   Fingerprint photograph smudges      Our mixtapes are memories for unseen histories   And mixtapes are memories for unseen histories   What means the most to you, it means the most to me   What means the most to you, it means so much to me      And something is missing   Something is missing      I put my tongue in my mouth   A bit of black tooth comes out   This happens monthly   Rotten footsteps to goodbye      We found the sound in the underground   And we felt so proud to be underground      And something is missing   And something is missing   And something is missing   And something is gone