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Turn on your radio, turn on your friends. Gonna' bet the chalk that the guilty walk to make that pessimism pay.

Time's taking over - who's coming over? Just think it over
During the handshakes and glossing over. Marching orders for forgotten sons, and gag orders for everyone. Save the praise for the rainy days.

She loves the radio, and her father was the same. To the backroom bar for the tragic star just to add to the charm. Another day, another test, another subject for house arrest. Whatever she said, she should have left it. Backed out and left the words for dead.

It all comes spitting out on her stereo. And she's dreaming dreaming of hand to mouth during the handshakes and glossing over. Now that she got what she wanted, is it really what she wanted. She got exactly what she wanted.

She's got to spill it at the tone that she's never getting out of here alone.
In a sunrise compromise it don't look so different through these eyes. It all comes spitting out at her on her stereo. Dashboard map with the holes in the folds and the town she never found.

All roped in, say a prayer to Saint Something for a chance to come around again. But she has work to do, can't stand what it comes down to. But she'll hedge her bets just the same.

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from Chemical Trains ep, released May 1, 2007

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