Frost in the morning
Dog barking
Emptied the trash
Lit my cig

Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal
Licking my lips
Still tastes like oatmeal

Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
The histories and stories that are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
I'm starting out in the world of pandemonium

Back in the days
Hands on deck
Struck in my head
I don't know why

Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lip
Licking my lips
Still tastes like your lip

Pristine chant in the remote cay echoes
The histories and stories that are never spoken
My empty soul is screaming out
Just starting out in the world of pandemonium

As I come down from the up above
I know the ones are gone from here
Uncrowned life
A westbounds sign
I saw deerhounds running wild again
Again
Again
Again

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