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Essays from an Aging Youth

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Wanda Mountain

And I swear
And I swear
I'll give them back tomorrow
I’ll give them back tomorrow
but for now
but for now
I think that I'll just borrow
I think that I’ll just borrow
all the words from that song
all the words from that song
and all the chords from that other song
and all the chords from that other song
I heard
I heard
yesterday
yesterday
change
change
your mind tonight
your mind tonight
you belong to the city
you belong to the city
now
now

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Headlands

I spend a lot of time by myself
I spend a lot of time by myself
imagining great speeches I'd make
imagining great speeches I’d make
to crowds of people
to crowds of people
how can I help?
how can I help?
But what would I say?
But what would I say?
Or did I find
Or did I find
and not realize
and not realize
that I was the fake.
that I was the fake.

Cold War Kids – Tuxedos

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Port Costa

I think you're a Contra.
I think you’re a Contra.
I think she saw me.
I think she saw me.
road trip
road trip
risky business
risky business
yours truly
yours truly
the shire
the shire
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The Mountain

This is a good tree.
This is a good tree.
I wonder if
I wonder if
they call it Mount Diablo
they call it Mount Diablo
because it's so red.
because it’s so red.
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Cliche

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