F. Carpe Diem
Paper Singles
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We've got vinyl brains and broken record tongues
We're either "under the..." or "the top..." gun
An open arm, extended hand, pointed finger
"Why, this boy can't be a singer."
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This smeared ink may become more than words for ghosts
Love is loud
We've got no windows down
Stay alive to live
Don't live to stay alive