Posted by Shane Becker on
<p>This <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Defiance,_Ohio_(band)">Definace, Ohio</a> song was the soundtrack to my time in New Zealand last year.</p>
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<strong>Lyrics</strong>:
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<p>
8 blocks away would put you at the water towers from my place.<br>
What's the difference when you calculate<br>
by crunching numbers with crunched up eyelids?
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<p>
Twenty-six hundred miles is 45 hours.<br>
I tried to count the space in a million yellow dashed lines, and my gas tank's just empty.<br>
I don't have the balls, or the where-with-all, or the cash to fill it again.<br>
So I guess it's best I stick around the house.
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<p>
I measured my days and metered my years in fears and muscle tensions,<br>
meals and the beds that I slept in!<br>
Tried to give a few decent gifts and scribbled a few things off the list,<br>
but it still goes something like this.
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<p>
Clean your desk,<br>
Write your ex,<br>
Do the dishes and your taxes,<br>
Throw the shit you don't need away,<br>
Call the airline about the fast food scam,<br>
Write to Adam,<br>
Tape for Craig,<br>
Throw the beer bottles and the cans away,<br>
Mix some dirt,<br>
Underline WORK!
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<p>
There's never enough time, never enough time.<br>
We don't have all the hands we need.<br>
There's not enough you's or me's to be all the places that we want to.<br>
There's never enough time, never enough time.<br>
I'll siphon these anxieties onto to-do lists<br>
and fidgets and things and things and things...
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