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Dead Christ on the curbside
Baby I'm alone
Sewing seeds to ease the love
Perc up! shut the fuck
Up, already I know
I find better days
With looser veins
Context to blame that I'm
Closer to the third kind
I don't want her to know
I'm scraping the floor
I guess I'll see ya
Cantina call me

My baby knows just what I need
Another hit, I'm on my knees
Begging the serving hand
To feed me stinging peace
So I stood in line
For a second time cause it felt alright
But I know that she can
Feel whole without me
I know she really can't find the time
To think about me
I want to bite right through my leash
But don't want to be alone
Baby I want to see ya

Cantina call me?
Cantina call me?
Cantina call me?
Cause I'm feeling like I always do

Said I've been fading in the shade
Everything just tastes the same
Sit around and losing track, yeah 
The looking glass is staring back
It doesn't fit
And I feel

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from Shortcuts to Public Affirmation, released June 6, 2022

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John - Guitar, Vocals
Bryan - Guitar
Catarina - Bass
Dave - Drums

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