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Goddamn You, San Martín
06:19
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GODDAMN YOU, SAN MARTIN
Born in a town built around a strip mall
No two story building no story at all
You would miss it if you blink on the 405
I have to see it even when I close my eyes
Goddamn you San Martín
I met a boy just like all the others
Bored of this town but still loved their mother
We were young and stupid so we had this kid
And if I ever had a chance I never knew I did
Goddamn you San Martín
I tried to love the kid and the boy tried to love me
And I’d like to think that sometimes we were almost happy
But I will never know what I could’ve been
Cause I will never stand outside the walls of sweet San Martín
Goddamn you San Martín
Well God may not love you but goddamn it I do
I love you San Martín
I love you
But I lived you San Martín
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Russian Wind
04:59
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RUSSIAN WIND
On the dusty shores of my mind
There’s a place you will never find
It’s always with me yet always against
And I can’t seem to ever leave it behind
There’s no port of ship to take you to or from
And as my name pass between your lip you don’t know where I’m from
Ground is strewn with broken bones, and it’s covered in scars
You’ll get sand stuck between your toes, and I will just break your heart
You could say you don’t mind that I was a liar
You could say you’re willing to set the whole island on fire
But you’ve been looking for treasure for too long now
And all you got here is a bone-white corpse with salt in its mouth
You’re looking for someone that isn’t even gone
They’re out on the beach
They’re holding back the foam
And I wish I could start over again
And I wish I could just be friends
And I wish I could shelter you from
This rushin’ wind
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