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Small Brown Bike - See You In Hell
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Small Brown Bike - A Declaration Of Sorts
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Small Brown Bike - A Minor Movement
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Small Brown Bike - A Table For Four
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Small Brown Bike - As We Go
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Small Brown Bike - Atlant
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Small Brown Bike - Bad Anthem
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Small Brown Bike - Boarding House
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Small Brown Bike - Expression Eraser
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Small Brown Bike - My Own Disaster
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Small Brown Bike - Running, Swinging, And Sinking
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Small Brown Bike - Safe In Sound
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Small Brown Bike - The Outline Of Your Hand Still Remains On My Hand
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Small Brown Bike - Unsung Zero
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Small Brown Bike - A Lesson To Remember
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Small Brown Bike - All Of Us
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Small Brown Bike - Blank Landscapes
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Small Brown Bike - Composing Myself (A Lullaby)
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Small Brown Bike - Day And Nightmares
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Small Brown Bike - Deconstruct / Rebuild
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Small Brown Bike - Dull Way Down
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Small Brown Bike - Expecting Confidence
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Small Brown Bike - Hideaway
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Small Brown Bike - Make This A Holiday
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Small Brown Bike - More Or Less
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Small Brown Bike - My Unanswered Whys...
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Small Brown Bike - Rescue Mission
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Small Brown Bike - Riding With Death
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Small Brown Bike - Trains All Talk
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Small Brown Bike - Under Pressure
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Small Brown Bike - Wrong Hometown
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Small Brown Bike - Zerosum
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Small Brown Bike - Fami(liar) To You
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Small Brown Bike - I Will Bury You In Me
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Small Brown Bike - In Tune
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Small Brown Bike - Kingfisher
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Small Brown Bike - Like A Future With No Friend
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Small Brown Bike - Now I'm A Shadow
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Small Brown Bike - Onward And Overboard
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Small Brown Bike - Sleeping Weather
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Small Brown Bike - So I Fall
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Small Brown Bike - The Cannon And Tanks
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Small Brown Bike - The Cold
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Small Brown Bike - This Ship Will Burn
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Small Brown Bike - Tragically Ending
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Small Brown Bike - What's Missing Is Dead
Wrong Hometown
Small Brown Bike
This is the park where you fell asleep, and couldnt tell if it was a dream, when you opened your eyes and saw the man hiding in the trees. this is the street where the woman died, she had the problem of being too sweet, and how naive of me to think i couldnt get homesick in a week. all the sweethearts here litter the streets, the liberal and artistic minds. they walk hand and hand and kiss each others cheeks when they meet. they have got everything in common and the conversations never stop, theyve all got the one about running all night from the campus cops.
But behind the trees at the overpass-a girl was once crushed by a train, running to catch up with her friends, her life turned into one day. and the town carries on-and the town heals with time, everyone tries so hard to chase these ghosts from their mind. and how naive of me to think that i couldnt get homesick in a week.
It starts to snow as the quartet down the street warms up the strings. i'm in the wrong hometown. it feels like its time to leave. i'm in the wrong hometown for christmas eve.
