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"Gold Mine Gutted"


It was don delillo, whiskey neat,

And a blinking midnight clock

Speakers on a tv stand, just a turntable to watch

When the smoke came out our mouths

On all those hooded sweatshirt walks

You were a stroke of luck

We were a goldmine and they gutted us


And from the sidelines

You see me run

Until I'm out of breath

Living the good life

I left for dead

The sorrowful midwest

Well I did my best

To keep my head


It was grass stained jeans and incompletes

And a girl from class to touch

But you think about yourself too much

And you ruin who you love

Well all these claims at consciousness

My stray dog freedom

Let's have a nice clean cut

Like a bag we buy and divvy up


And from the sidelines

I see you run

Until you're out of breath.

And all those white lines that sped us up

We hurry to our death

Well I lagged behind

So you got ahead