At the movies, eyes iced over
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Walking sideways, through the gutters
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And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet like history
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well Don't you look at me like life don't hold you any more mystery
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Bag of splinters boiling over, on your back expose your belly
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Optimism doesn't change the facts, just what you're gonna see
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Like it was stated that we're walking salt and coal
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Plants solidify sunshine; how this started, I don't know
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Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
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The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes
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And when we read it, our skin, it becomes warm
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At the movies, eyes iced over
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Walking sideways, through the gutters
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And you realize life sticks to your feet, your history
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I'm gonna slap that look off your face like life don't hold no mystery
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All those red marks on our shoulders
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Self back patting, homemade trophies
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Well the past only exists as tiny bricks we burn to release all its memories
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I've had enough with rolling boulders, I want more moss on me
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Clocks to splinters but time goes forward
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And when them tree drop leaves your feet collect their memories
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I guess all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty!!
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I heard you mention that we're walking salt and coal
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Plants solidify sunshine; how this started, I don't know
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Causing feet and entire chain shoe stores
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The sun's diary pulled up from deep canary holes
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And when we read it, our skin, it becomes quite warm
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At the movies, eyes iced over
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Walking sideways, through the gutters
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And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history
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I'm gonna knock that look off your face like life don't hold you no more mystery
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History Sticks To Your Feet
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| Modest Mouse |
