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Some By Sea

Cast off your teenaged eyes and your prop-set cigarette from your lips. Unbound. unchained. Non-flammable. Caught in the act of a despair symphony

You start the car, and I'll pack the sandwiches Maybe we'll miss the rain The side of the road, the edge of tomorrow Trading spots again I'm still infatuated

He was a boy and I had a star to hang myself on if he let go. So, I shook his hand and put up a fight and let him decide if I could ever be right.

Start your car And drive away Or roll back over And fall asleep Or launch a strike On half the world Or lose again And blame my smile This is the outside

On my back and up at you. The stars are glaring overhead and somewhere in the next room, someone's scouring the internet for a friend in California

I'm falling asleep, but I'm catching your eyes now, so sleep can wait. Count these days going backwards. How can they take so long, but go by so fast

can just pack up and leave before we begin to change and look what I made without your heart getting in the way. Undressed by the telephone, surrounded by some

Present day and age: there's a sign that says "you're finally here" and "welcome home". And after all this time, you would think that I could find a

It seems like the ordinary's lost it's touch. The flavor of the internet ain't shaking hands with your best friends. And I'm stuck in meetings with both