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Lyrics-"The Passenger's Kid"

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Pull the plug; it's the passenger's kid,

the one that follows winter crows and the sin,

but his eyes don't fool me.

There he is in the mirror.

A smile fronts and he widens his eyes.

He pictures something moving off to the side

and the walls start breathing,

first class souvenir.

Trust when the season's off;

We cut to the chase.

I shelf my tact.

I'll run into damn near anything

when the season's off.

Fight a wince when there's so little chase.

Doubt the odds but remember the taste

and forget about the homefront,

and be aware of little birds.

Fight the feeling in the back of my throat.

Light it up for a one party show

and cut back on the crawls out,

and build it up for myself.

Ghosts at very best

may watch me around.

Though I wouldn't need them;

I'm true when the season's off.

Posted Nov 15, 2011 at 1:54pm

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