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20060826 - Inbetween Jobs

from The Song Diary I by Paleo

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INBETWEEN JOBS


Silent as the dead of night,
the angels on their motorbikes,
blowing by in packs of clouds,
when your spirit's broken down.
If there's no heaven, then that means
that we are hell-free, guaranteed.
Both lost along the way no doubt.
Checked my pockets, checked the couch
where love would come and crash for weeks
inbetween jobs, all day asleep.
And night, a murder weapon left
in footprint trash can alphabets.
Scared to death of death and love,
you know they're just as scared of us.


I have too much on my hands.
I have too much on my hands.
I have too much on my hands.
I have too much on my hands.


Open up that coffin of a heart
of yours and let us in.


I have too much on my hands.
I have too much on my hands.
I have too much on my hands.
I have too much on my hands.




DAS - Washington, D.C., USA

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from The Song Diary I, released April 15, 2007

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