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Calumet: The Isolated

from Getting Used to Giving Up by His Many Colored Fruit

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I think about the place I was before,
Life on the east side has gone away,
At times this place can be such a bore,
Drink dishwater in a world of grey,
Choking on clouds that make me snore,
Love on the west side had gone astray,
At times I can be such a bore,
I hate the beach in a world of grey.
I don't know why the slug, it came for me,
The trail of slime that's left behind is all I see.
Forgotten the place that I was before,
Good times inside have gone away,
Forgotten the place that I was before,
I feel so lost in this world of grey.
I don't know why the slug, it came for me,
The trail of slime that's left behind is all that's real to me!

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from Getting Used to Giving Up, released October 30, 2014

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