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journalist - the frenetics (punk) lyrics lyrics

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an old set of paints and an empty room
i wrote out the names of the cities i’d been
bright colors at the top of each complete page
i filled in the margins and remembered your face

it seemed like i was passing time
but later on i re+read every line
and it all came back
it all came back
i read it and it all came back

that summer in oakland in ninety five
when we marched in the streets to keep a poet alive
ducked into thе houses when they cut us off
for ovеrturning dumpsters and setting it all off

it seemed like i was passing time
but later on i re+read every line
and it all came back
it all came back
i read it and it all came back

something in my new routine has numbed my memory
but these pages resonated deep inside of me
now i burst at the seams and convince these dirty streets
to come warm my bones, bring conviction back to me
it seemed like i was passing time
but later on i re+read every line
and it all came back
it all came back
i read it and it all came back

it all came back
it all came back
i read it and it all came back

an old set of paints and an empty room
i wrote out the names of the cities i’d been

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