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Unless It's Kicks - Okkervil River
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks man
Unless it's fiction unless it's sweat or it's songs
What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand
From some mid-level band
He's been driving too long
On a dark windless night with the stereo on
With the towns flying by and the ground getting soft
And a sound in the sky
Coming down from above
It surrounds you and sighs and is whispering of
What pulls your body down that is quicksand
So climb out quick hand over hand
'Fore your mouth's all filled up
What picks you up from down unless it's tricks man
When I've been fixed I am convinced
That I will not get so broke up again
And on a seven day high
That heavenly song
Punches right through my mind
And just hums through my blood
And I know it's a lie
But I still give my love
Hey my heart's on the line for
Your hands to pluck off oh
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fictions
Unless it's licks man
Unless it's lies or it's love
What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of
Some rock and roll fan
Floating up from the stands with her heart opened up
And I want to tell her
Your love isn't lost
Say My heart is still crossed
Scream You're so wonderful
What a dream in the dark about working so hard
About glowing so stoned
Trying not to turn off
Trying not to believe in that lie all on your own
La la la la own
