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For the Jets
Richy Mitch and the Coal Miners
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A year ago
I reduced myself down into
A walking lump of one-track thoughts
I felt the writing come back
The more I beat myself up
I turned the voice in me down
As my headphones came on
You're the twiddle of my finger
You're the itch on the top of my head
You are the single immovable question
And the subsequent avoidance instead
Oh, don't take my twenties outta my hands
Oh, don't take the vigor outta of my plans
Don't you take a step closer towards me
'Cause I've seen this before
And you're disgusting
I see at the corner of my room each morning
Could you get me out of bed?
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Heart beats out
Says they're here for me
I felt it coming
The magnet hand guides itself right up to my cheek
When I'm awake
I see they're driving
My life, my fable was on a mission for the jets
I've got no end-all
Got no be-all
Got no place to rest my head
Spent my life worrying
And now I've got it in my hand
I'm falling sideways
Looking for some nonexistent place to land
But those fleeting rays
The clouds have been getting a bit greedy each day
It's stealing my sun
And breaking my pace
They left me there to pull myself out of this race
Ooooh
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