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[lee] This she did in public for us to see She came in here too drunk to do the show Between the trains and cars Broken gla*s and lost hub-caps, images of a gun Row house row house pa*s through Let the city rise up to fill the screen Clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off The guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs With his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip The girl started out in red patent leather Very I'm in a band with knee pads We watch her fall over and lay down, Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers Row house row house pa*s through, let the city rise up Twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I'll see you, see you See you on the highway Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom Miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts The edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image Poised, yet totally screwed up Yes sir, yes sir, step right up None of us know, where we're trying to get to What sort of live where we trying to build Now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach L.a. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever been to I'm from new york city, breath it out and let it in Where are you now? When your broken eyes are closed Head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats Borrowed and never returned Emotions, books, outlooks on life Hello 20 15! Hello, 20, 15!