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I’ve got two matching shoes and I’ve got some white-boy blues… first world problems galore, can’t even walk in a grocery store with you. what more can you do? spent the day watching the clock repeat itself with that minute hand tock… sittin’ here, ears all bent, don’t ask where those hours went, they flew. what more can you do? suddenly I forgot how to swallow… no sense in that head so hollow… I rang the bell, ain’t nobody came… so much trouble in tryin’ to be sane with you. what more can you do? I wish you never learned how to drive… sixteen, barely alive, or a city girl who don’t trip on her tongue… more to her word than baiting some come.

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from Split w/ Huge Pupils, released January 7, 2013

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