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Spanish Trails

from Bobby Hundreds by Baker Island

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They build their statues in print and in self portraits
Chipped my hands falling and detailing career moves
The thing that thinks its a house is, in fact, a skyscraper

Sport, can I get my fitness back on top form
She made your bones give up their secrets
As smoke leaves one mouth and another
Through the penthouse window ledge

Wasted what seems like a decade waiting for, nay
Expecting buildings to crumble
But oh, they won't, they'll utter insular mumbles
As the underground rumbles above

And suddenly you pretend you've always loved 1992
Never 1979
Where's your little leather jacket now?

Let me start again in what seems like just a month
The stones and grit that choke everything still exist here
The thing that thinks it's a house is, in fact, a skyscraper
And when you focus, you focus on the fireplace
Countess speaks in tongues
Folks can rummage, folks can learn
It's not a house, it's a skyscraper

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from Bobby Hundreds, released August 3, 2015

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