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landlord special
pigeon pit
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Meet me in a yellow kitchen
With the dishes piled up high and the light bleeding in
Make a little mark on your forehead
So I know that it's you when I see It's you
All your belongings in the middle of the floor
That's pretty much just a bare hardwood floor
Follow the fork north winding up the canyon
This isn't supposed to feel good
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I could feel the pressure building up
I watched a tree fall on my car
I sold it to a guy I couldn't even talk to
He had to drive it pretty far
You can move my body, maybe
You can push me down the stairs
But you could never paint over the echoed laughter in the hallway
The bloodstains on my bedroom walls
Footprints and tags up on the roof
Winters you didn't know you'd see through
But somehow I just know it's you when I see it's you
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Alright, here we go!
Shine your light in the middle of a field at night
Let the blood dry on your old jeans
This'll end the way you wanted it to end
'Cause it started the way that you started it
And there's nothing wrong with but you're holding out
And there's nothing wrong with breaking down sometimes
Nothing wrong with calling out my bullshit
There's nothing wrong with losing feelings
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And now when I get lost inside the city, man, I miss my town
And I can't take all this rearranging
They built some bullshit, babe, you won't believe it
Out of a house we almost died in
It's just another day in paradise
It's just another night in jail
You and me, we're both different people every day
Hey, some days some people gotta bail
I drove my car down the 1 to San Francisco
Just to feel the engine make it there
I miss the way we used to care about each other
I miss the heavy salty air
I miss a million people that I used to be
I miss some friends that I don't fuck with anymore
I miss you, your forehead, the dishes in the kitchen
And with the dirty yellow, hell, even the light bleeding in
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