We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
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Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your
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glasses. Oh no!
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I just got a message that said "Yeah hell is freezin' over"
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I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "Hey boy get a
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sweater. Right now"
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So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
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I can feel it rollin' right on down
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Oh right on down my throat
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And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
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made of ashes
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I'm gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands
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with the masses. Oh no!
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Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
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Does anybody know a way
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Were goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
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I'm goin' to hit you on the face I'm goin' to punch you in your
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glasses. Oh no!
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I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
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Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
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And I just got a message sayin' that hell has frozen over
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Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "Hey boy get a
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sweater. Right now!"
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Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
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Does anybody know a way
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Were drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
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I can feel it rollin' right on down oh right on down my throat
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And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
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made of ashes
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I'm gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you
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in molasses. Oh no!
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Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
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Does anybody know a way
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Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes
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| Modest Mouse |
