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Smoke is coming from your ears

I can see the turning of the gears

it’s a hell of a distance from your hand to your beer if anything changes, I’m right here

it’s a hell of a distance between you and me

or just our accumulated biases

where oh where could my little dog me

overall you gave it “satisfactory”

but please don’t call it a night

the river is coursing, it’s your life

this is exactly what it looks like

I hope you hang around

you’re always welcome

You’re not imposing

But come on, make up your mind

Feeling so wholly unprepared

it wasn’t much of a distance to the 4-h fair

what holds you up, what makes you scared? something like “I need your love like I need air” What was that? sometimes you mumble

our days are few and so full of trouble

my feet don’t listen, they stumble

and feel the cliff begin to unmoral

but please don’t call it a night

the river is coursing, you can bet your life

this is exactly what it looks like

it’s good to know you

but if you’re gonna hang around

don’t ruin everything

But come on, make up your mind

Smoke is coming from your ears

There stands the solo cup, my dear

there stands the dog, no foxes here

there stands the news, there stands our only prayer Did you think you could just muscle through?

skip to the end of the interview?

our days are full of **** and so few

if you feel regret before you even get out of bed there stands that too

but please don’t call it a night

the river is coursing, it’s your life this is exactly what it looks like

I hope you hang around

you’re always welcome

you are everything

you can take as long as you want everything is gonna be fine