There's a smell here that stands my hairs on end
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Dog hair in the heater, gas pumps and cedar
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And jackknifes on the nine
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And seabirds choked on fishing line
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Clouds are a hush but the chainsaws mush on to Custer and Columbia
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Salty tentacles drink in the sun but the red tide is over
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The mollusks they have won
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There's a smell here of gravel and cigarettes lit
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When the match made them sweet
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When the engine turned over and beat up our street
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Oh, that was the day
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To remember
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I remember because of the fires that leapt
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From the caves of the things that have not happened yet
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When I think of it now they smell to me quite sinister
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I want to go back and die at the drive in
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Die before strangers can say
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I hate the rain
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I hate the rain
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Red Tide
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| Neko Case |
