There´s no work in walking in to fuel the talk
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I would grab my shoes and then away I´d walk
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Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn
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Until the sun had fully stopped
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Never walking away from
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Just a way to pull apart
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Dehydrate back into minerals
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A life long walk to the same exact spot
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Carbon´s anniversary
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The parting of the sensory
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Old old mystery
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The parting of the sensory
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Who the hell made you the boss?
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We placed our chips in all the right spots
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But still lost
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Any shithead who had ever walked
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Could take the ship and do a much finer job
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This fit like clothes made out of wasps
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Aw, fuck it I guess I lost
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The parting of the sensory
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Carbon´s anniversary
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Just part it again if you please
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Carbon´s anniversary
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Who the hell made you the boss
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If you say what to do I know what not to stop
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If you were the ship then who would ever get on
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The weather changed it for the worse
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And came down on us like it had been rehearsed
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And like we hope, but change will surely come
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And be awful for most but really good for some
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I took a trip to the exact same spot
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We pulled the trigger, but we forgot to cock
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And every single shot
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Aw, fuck it I guess we lost
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Some day you will die and
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Somehow something´s going to steal your carbon
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Some day you will die and
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Somehow something´s going to steal your carbon
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Well some day you will die somehow and
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Something´s going to steal your carbon
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Some day you will die and
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Someone´s or something´s will steal your carbon
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Some day something will die and
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Somehow you´ll figure out how
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Often you will die somehow and
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Something going to steal your carbon
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Well some day you will die somehow and
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Something´s going to steal your carbon
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Parting Of The Sensory
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| Modest Mouse |
