Hatred I hate the past I can t see anything at allall i see is me That s clear enough And that s whats importantto see me My eyes can focus My brain is talking Looks pretty good to me My head s on straightmy girlfriend s beautiful Looks pretty good to me Sometimes i speak Tonight there s nothing to say Sometimes we freak And laugh all day Hold these pages up to the light See the jacknife inside of the dream A railroad runs through the record stores at night Coming in for the deep freeze Mary: a simple wordare you there in the country? Yr eyes so fullyr head so tight Can t you hear me? Remember our talk That day on the phone? I was the doorand you were the station With shattered glass and miles between us We still flew away in the conversation My cup is fulland i feel okay The world is dullbut not today She think s she s a goddess She says she talks to the spirits I wonder if she can talk to herself? If she can bear to hear it? This is eric s trip We ve all come to watch him slip He s slipping all the way to texas Can you dig it? eric says "the sky is blue..." I see with a glass eye The pavement view A shadow formingacross the fields rushing Thru me to you We tore down the worldand put up four walls I breathe in the myth I m over the cityfucking the future I m high and inside yr kiss We can t see clear But what we see is a alright We make up what we can t hear And then we sing all night Scattered pages and shattered lights A jacknife and a dream There s something moving over there on the right Like nothing i ve never seen

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