Homeless Man, Golden Voice

from by Incorporated Village of Ghost

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lyrics

We write ugly words with the back-ends of bees,
Tearing apart sentence endings,
It's not what it seemed when you were a little girl.

Submarining oceans blue,
I cannot find the soul of you.
Are you running to my arms?

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from Fuck It, I'm A Flamethrower, released March 6, 2012

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Incorporated Village of Ghost

We craft sounds and play cheap/free shows, where we give out cheap/free music and other homemade trinkets.

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