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Crashed into a tree near Reno
Drank tall boys in the hot tub with my guys
Went to the de Young and saw the Olmecs
then out to Oakland for the laser lights
I'm trying to keep it cool like Pingu
when I just wanna curl up and die
When my song came on I sang it with my eyes shut
I could see the lyrics scrolling in my mind
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But It's A Dry Heat
01:59
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He said "Recuerdame bonito y dejame morir en paz"
He gave up on everything and he gave up on himself
Makes me wonder if I'd give up like him too
He always thought this was a hellhole
But we're saguaros and we will survive
Our taproots planted deep into Sonoran soil
It's a dry heat, but I think it feels alright
My roots extend from SSSJ to La Condesa and NELA
I am sunburnt, I am tired, but I am strong and I'm inspired
I will always love you till I'm old and gray
So even if this is a hellhole
We are saguaros and we will survive
Our taproots planted deep into Sonoran soil
It's a dry heat, but I think it feels alright
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Western Wear
01:05
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Everyone in their matching denim jackets looking so cool
I was a little bit drunk and a lotta bit high that night
In my fat boy pants and my western wear
Oh, I'll never have a chance with you
No, I'll never have a chance with you
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It took so long to make this tape for you
As if I'd written all the songs for you
Moved to LA in search of something new
Now I just work and sleep and dream of you
I'm just trying to pay my bills
Hope I have a little left for a teriyaki dinner for two
It's always good to see you
I hope the next time that I see you I'll finally be a grown ass man
I hope you like the tape I made for you
Still having trouble writing my own tunes
Moved to LA and ain't got shit to do
Not sure what I could ever offer you
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Pixelated Tumbleweed
01:58
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I saw a pixelated tumbleweed rolling by your profile
Why does every simple pleasure make me feel so simple?
Make me feel so simple as can be...
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I Want To Believe
01:03
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I saw the end of days flying over east LA
the day this asshole jizzed his $90 million load to space
The flying saucers came and said the earth was fucking lame
My tinfoil hat couldn't protect my brain from getting drained
I believe in aliens, but I don't believe in man
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7. |
We're Not Alone
02:15
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We're not alone
Somebody's out there for me
Somebody cosmic and sweet
Somebody out of this world
The government knows
The government knows that I'm stoned
The government knows that I know
I know you're out there for me
I could sing the Zentradi a song
"Ventura, space people!"
Spend every night staring up at the stars
wondering when you'll come for me
We're not alone
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Interlude
00:24
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Turn My Brain Off
02:45
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I just wanna turn my brain off
Maggie smuggled hash back on the plane from Aberdeen
Got so high I slept through all my dreams
Now I'm in a band with Animal & Jan
Skip the show to hang out on the beach
I just wanna turn my brain off
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