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roll into town,
and its not long
before i start to dig
for all the bones,
and buried stories
'neath the golden streets.
'cause i can never shake
the feeling that they're trying
to pull one over on you and me.

creep into town,
and its not long
before i start to roam.
seek out the patches on the punx,
maybe a band i know.
i bet you in five minutes time,
we find that we know all the same
people, places, and roads.
and its not long before i start to feel,
that somehow i can never leave home.

cross this county
its not long,
before i start to feel
like dinner time's become a crime
to spin the thorns and wheels.
it makes me wonder why we rebels
make a holiday of every single meal.
and when we find amazing places,
cheap burritos, magic spices,
its like hey, wish you were here.

poison river,
got a paddle,
and ill never ,
leave without ya.
leave without ya.

so, i collect these crumpled,
beer-stained flyers,
seven-inches, photographs,
all your old letters that remind me
to look down and back.
its then i realize our romance
has its roots in one sub-humans patch.

so when I'm feeling like its time for bed,
the game is done,
its all been raided, jailed,
and busted, and the weasels won,
i find a batch of kids thinking things,
i never thought when i was young.
this songs a weapon,
defense against the dying years
that anytime you feel,
every story's been spun.

poison river,
got a paddle,
and ill never,
leave without ya.

poison river,
got a paddle,
and ill never,
leave without ya.
leave without ya.

oh ill never ,
leave without ya.
la da da daa.
la da da daa.

poison river,
got a paddle,
and ill never,
leave without ya.

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