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Johnny Mainstream
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Passing Bell
They've been digging a grave up in red hook for me With boxes of records from that old punk rock scene But they won't let me play my own farewell party I wrote all these songs just learn i can't sing They've been planning a murder in new paltz today It's a hit on a band in an art house cafe As my last note rings out the crowd cheers hooray We hate you, you're leaving, we're glad you can't stay There's an empty room in the club down the street Where the ghosts play songs that never made it to print And they float through cars down the hudson river line Where they pine 'these are my friends, this is my time' I've been walking the plank off the hudson valley Marching at sword point to the depths of the sea Chained down with boxes of my old ep I wrote all these words to ensure i sink deep They've been planning a hanging down in new rochelle Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Where i'll swing like the tongue on the old passing bell And they'll all have a party to divvy up my will I hate you, i'm leaving, i'll see you in hell There's an empty room in the basement underneath A new york house where the choir used to meet And they blow through hymns in double time Just to find you are my friends, you are my kind There's a jam-packed room in the bar down the street Where they know my songs and they sing them with me But i still miss matt(s) and i miss what i sang when we began 'these were my friends, this was my plan' They've been digging a grave in ct for a king With guitars for shovels and drum to lay in And we'll all wait around for his next of kin I wrote all these songs just to prove i'm something
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