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De réir: Sunday's Best
Album: Californian
Tír: *****
Cineál ar an cheoil: *****
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                                  Everybody's hopes had died when you were crawling on the floor.
No one could keep hope alive when all they saw were wounds and woes.
They remember when it went south, one instance when you're down
dust had settled, you moved out of town.
You surrendered, then you found out

It's a crap out, a dead man's hand, a blink in a stare;
It's lights out, an unmade plan, some bees in your hair.

Do we get no points for the try?
They will all testify that everything falls around you.

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Sunday's Best » I albam

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Our Left Coast Ambitions
Don't Let It Fade
Californian
Salt Mines of Santa Monica
Beethoven St.
Brave, but Brittle...
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Without Meaning
Los Feliz Arms

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