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Gold Mine Gutted lyrics
It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat,
And a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a TV stand
Just a turntable to watch
Only smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks
We were a stroke of luck
We were a gold mine, they gutted us
And from the sidelines you'd see me run
Until I'm out of breath
Living the good life, I left for dead
The sorrowful Midwest
Well I did my best...
To keep my head
It was grass stain jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch
But you think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love
Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom
Let's have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divy up
And from the sidelines I see you run
Until you're out of breath
And all those white lines that sped us up
We hurried to our death
Well I lagged behind...
So you got ahead
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- Track 2 on Digital Ash in a Digital Urn
- 1 Time Code
- 3 Arc Of Time
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- Track 1 on Gold Mine Gutted
- 2 Easy/Lucky/Free -
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- Track 2 on Easy/Lucky/Free
- 1 Easy/Lucky/Free -
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- Track 8 on 10 Song Sampler CD
- 7 Burn Rubber
- 9 I Believe In Symmetry -
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