Everywhere in vans and behind garage doors, a hospice
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ward of all the kids we know foregoing student loans
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to watch the joints play catch up with bored. set life
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supports, prepare to deport. these are the years that
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scatter the young into doctors and drunks. so we take
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such sweet speed. the best it could be is life work
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free. it's the allergies of labor again, and the hourly wages can't
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save us finances be damned. anywhere in bands. we're
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gone once the summer hits gone to feel the elegance of
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fuel and transit and sleep and the terror of streets
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as the rumble strips breathe deep. these are the years
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that scatter the young into doctors and drunks. why
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did this storm wait so long on us. safe to say i'm
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never going home to live the way i was before. waiting
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for my life to implode with the sheer force of the
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workforce. safe to say i'm never going home to live
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the way i was before, fucked up on the coming storm of
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credit reports and cash withdrawals. so them we'll go
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if fortune exists farther than at home on the open
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road where the small experience grows . we'll go
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Sleeping Androids Do Dream Electric Sheep
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