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Photographs of the best time you had, |
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windows smugded by the speed. |
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Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, |
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as morning turned into California, |
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And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. |
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Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past. |
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Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M to take my turn at the wheel. |
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Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached |
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as the sun tortured California, |
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and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me. |
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Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete. |
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Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat |
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lodged out as the engine wheezed. |
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Still moving regardless of stable ground |
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and this stable ground. |
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Photographs of the best time you had, |
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windows smugded by the speed. |
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Leaving home with our bags from Iron street |
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as morning turned into California. |
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The hottest songs from Death Cab For Cutie |
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enjoy it~~ guang |
