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Created on: January 11, 2009
We gathered at coffee like dime store prophets
Thrift shops and bootlegs, jittery over caffeine
We slip through the gutters falling left of the mainstream
And everything else I cannot keep thinking
Thrift shops and bootlegs, jittery over caffeine
Dragging our heels towards school and the real world
And everything else I cannot keep thinking
The last of the progress then going west leaving
Dragging our heels towards school and the real world
Smoking and laughing and sending balls inbound
The last of the progress before going west leaving
The dream of the night and the broken violin string
Smoking and laughing and sending balls inbound
The drum and the pint and the reference to Shakespeare
The dream of the night and the broken violin string
His pipe or his hat or the dream he was seeking
The drum and the pink and the reference to Shakespeare
The glasses are stained with the effects of not sleeping
His pipe or his hat were the dreams he was seeking
Tied to his pint he was unsure if he were dreaming
The glasses are stained with the effects of not sleeping
So we gathered at coffee like dime store prophets
Tied to his pint we're unsure what we're dreaming
As we slide through the gutters and fall left of the mainstream
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