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Silver Jews The Lookout Mountain Lookout Sea

Planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some It ought to make a few reputation in the cult of number one While these seconds turn these minutes

Aloysius was a bluegrass drummer He was just a normal kid Blooming, tripping flowing under Just as I once did At a 24 hour restaurant Open to the end

mind It makes me warm when I'm cold It gets me up, it makes me walk It makes me question what I'm told Somewhere in a foggy atlas Lookout mountain, lookout sea

Way way out past where the sidewalks disappear And up through bright blue blocks of sky Where the days turn to weeks in the months the year And we're

Father drove a steamroller Momma was a crossing guard. She got rolled when he got steamed And I got left in charge Living in a little town with my pedigree

Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale