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Street Joy lyrics
I don't mind the sound
Of a voice, of your voice
When you use it like your gun
So much fun, fire your gun
Casual as you are, gets hard to say
I won't say 'less you're going away
He's stringing himself on up to your front door
You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor
We could start home talking, make your focus break
When you're left to yourself you're going anyway
I don't differentiate
We from they, we from they
Feel my appetite
Why is life sleepless night?
Lean my head against an angry moon
Always room, angry moon
In and out of a metal chair
In an unknown apartment where
I can build myself up before I make the scare
String myself up onto your front door
Street joy
You adore
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on D
- 3 At The Farm
- 5 Anvil Everything
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- Track 3 on The Warm Up at Ardent Studios
- 2 Keys
- 4 Bess St.
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