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New Slang - The Shins

"Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met. I was happier then with no mind-set. And if"

We Built A Raft And We Floated - The Shins

"One fat, tumbling time we graced the Gold Share Spent like dimes, saved in the hat on an old man's head Trapped like rats, Cornered by the flood We built a raft and we floated Save for the tricks And"

We Built A Raft And Floated - The Shins

"One fat, tumbling time we graced the Gold Share Spent like dimes, saved in the hat on an old man's head Trapped like rats, cornered by the flood We built a raft and we floated Save for the tricks And the"

Sea Legs - The Shins

"Of all the churning random hearts Under the sun Eventually fading into night, These two are opening now As we lie, I touch you Under fuller light. Girl, if you're a seascape I'm a listing boat, for the"

One By One All Day - The Shins

""Howdy, lem," my grandfather said with his eyes closed Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow A life before doubt. I smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending Under the moan"

Young Pilgrims - The Shins

"A cold and wet November dawn And there are no barking sparrows Just emptiness to dwell upon. I fell into a winter slide And ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow Just eking out"

A Call To Apathy - The Shins

"Untie me, I've said no vows The train is getting way too loud I gotta leave here my girl Get on with my lonely life Just leave the ring on the rail For the wheels to nullify Until this turn in my head I"

Phantom Limb - The Shins

"Frozen into coats, White girls of the North, Fire past one, fire the one, The are the fabled lambs, A Sunday ham, The ancient snow. And they can float above the grass, In circles if they tried, A latent"

Pink Bullets - The Shins

"I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold Oh what a contrast you were To the brutes in the halls My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over"

Saint Simon - The Shins

"After all these implements and text designed by intellects So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines Their sentiment is just"

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