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Track 3 off Long, Endless Parade

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Have you ever felt like drowning
In the voice in your head
Can they get you out of this mess?

And I threw up when I saw you
All those pills I'd been prescribed
By some doctor who claims the truth
Is just a dirty compromise

Well doc I've got a problem
'Cause there ain't nothing left to hide
No more skeletons or dirty laundry
Left to psychoanalyze

Maybe moments are what we become when we're gone
Maybe moments are what we become when we're gone
Maybe moments, maybe moments
Maybe moments are what we become when we're gone

Have you ever felt like screaming
Under the sheets of your bed
Tell me how I get out of this place?

Well baby there's a change-a-comin'
It carries dreams and bags of grain
But all this heat man and all these people
Are driving me a bit insane

Well the coyote caught my lady
In the teeth of liberty
And all the furniture strapped to the floor
Was suddenly on the ceiling

And maybe pictures are what they become when they're gone
And maybe pictures are what they become when they're gone
Maybe pictures, maybe pictures
Maybe pictures are what they become when they're gone

My god, they've got their cameras out
My god, what's all the noise about
My god, they've got their cameras out
My god, what's all the noise about
My god, they've got their cameras out
My god

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from Long, Endless Parade, released July 28, 2017

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