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found a scribble
in my textbook
the directions to "my house"
from the iga on lafayette
get off the bus
at the wrong stop
cross the street
by the church
on kosciuszko avenue
no one noticed
cause
no one is home
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track 02
01:35
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(instrumental)
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it's scary outside
01:56
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samantha is afraid to go near her closet
there are vampires hiding inside it
holly told her so
i won't enter the attic
it'll send me into a panic
it's scary in there
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107 raymond & john
03:26
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what a bummer and oh what a summer
next thing i knew you were clearing out my bedroom
and you threw away art i drew
and there was nothing i could do
she told you we were picking the trash through
from the toybox in the kitchen
the neighbor asked why
as i sit and cry
oh for fucks sake i was only eight!
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track 05
02:57
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black
shadow people in the living room
a silhouette
on the couch
footsteps up the stairs
home alone
i called your name except it wasn't me
i wasn't there, i was sleeping
goddamn he opened up the attic
that's been sealed in time for all these years
someone must have been real sick
old bottles of cough syrup
early 1900s
i'll try not to die from inhalation of insulation
a premature death, asphyxiation
sink turned on in front of them in the kitchen
i was in the next room
can't explain it, can't explain it
what the fuck ghosts don't exist
i don't know, i don't know
told my friend about it
her friend moved there shortly after
620 webster
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west branch
01:45
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when you're a hammer
everything looks like a nail
it's something only time will tell
there is no blame
not even a name
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track 07
01:54
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rusty screws, broken tine
schoenhut tunes to pass the time
fisher price, please be nice
"pull-a-tune" that may suffice
maybe now i'll take my time
and somehow take back what's mine
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mail order homes
01:43
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i left the house today
i walked to the mailbox and back
i was outside for two minutes
i left the house today
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blown out candles
03:06
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nothing comes close
to the smell of blown out candles
hot wax gets in the cake
the one they had to bake
nothing can compare
to the smell of burning hair
watch as they stare
embrace the nightmare
nothing but surprise
as they feed you all their lies
they sure taste great
you can eat them with your cake
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pothole roads
02:17
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spring time
summer shine
hoodie weather
feels much better
makes me want to take a trip
to bay city, see my family
summer shine in the spring time
abandoned homes
pothole roads
that's usually when we take our trip
to bay city, see our family
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track 11
01:56
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should i call it quits again?
dare i throw towel in?
give it all up in the end?
put the brakes on...
going the same place as yesterday
going nowhere as always
put the brakes on...
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track 12
02:22
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travel in a car
on a hot day
mid-august
windows down
detroit south bound
to the art museum
a long drive home
i-94
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-eggs
-butter
-melatonin
-systane
-biscotti
-sangria
-gin
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track 14
01:58
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(stylophone)
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track 15
02:12
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picking up pieces
giving up secrets
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broken xerox machine
02:41
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in the meantime
i'll think about
how fast the time flies
looking at a photograph
100 years gone and past
whatever used to be
simply fascinates me
in the meantime
i'll think about
how fast the time flies
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track 17
00:58
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worked all night yet i feel like
i haven't got anything done
i'm fresh out of ideas
but practice is practice
and progress is progress
resonate with me
in this tall ceiling
i just can't sing
that's the thing
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i love you and i miss you
i hope you're doing okay
it feels like you died like you're
in a coccoon somewhere
i don't see you anymore
no one sees you anymore
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two days off in a row
in this shitty bungalow
a punched out tube monitor
a broken hand you deserve
put on quite the show for the neighbor
as you threw my shoes at the curb
sleeping on the couch
i dealt the worst night i ever felt
feeling sick in mid-november
barely made it through october
felt strange seeing it in the paper
domestic violence at east fisher
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number stations
01:39
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(vacuuming)
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there's so little left to show of what i looked like years ago
maybe when i'm 85, i will have a stroke and die
maybe when i'm 86, i will fall and break my hips
maybe when i'm 102, i'll have a lift and look like new
maybe when i'm 93, i'll do well and hold my pee
if my mother could see me now
she wouldn't know me anyhow
summer time, the girls and boys
they're bodies move like store-bought toys
it doesn't matter what you're told
it's never you who will grow old
some things seem to necer change
they only pop up rearranged
i'm the same at 82, as i was at 32
mother, mother
i'm so lonely for you
mother, mother
i'm afraid of dying
how is dying, mother?
mother, i need you now
tough luck, mom. poor mom
you are dead but i am still alive
i may be old but you're dead
don't let being dead go to your head
did i miss something you said?
cat got your tongue? poor mom
shame that you had to die so young
you are dead but i am still alive
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title it yourself Bay City, Michigan
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one of the albums ever
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