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The Thinnest of Maps
It's midday in the town All the people drive around With the cars that they afford With the gold in their drawers You need money to get you by You need anything to get you high You don't eat or sleep or talk And you've been drinking around the clock
Pills and boats and suns You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Bays and grains of sand You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake
I found you in between My skin and the sheets Tonight I'm selling clothes Tonight I'm coming home
Pills and boats and suns You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Bays and grains of sand You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
The thinnest The thinnest of maps The thinnest The thinnest of maps The thinnest The thinnest
Pills and boats and suns I'm selling clothes I'm coming home (What child here has crossed this road? ) And bays and grains of sand You're selling clothes I'm sailing home (What fish world has sunk this boat? )
The thinnest The thinnest of maps The thinnest The thinnest of maps
Threads and vines and glass You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake Pills and boats and suns You're selling clothes I'm coming home I'm wide awake I'm wide awake
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