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Two Sweaters In Los Angeles

from RMS Olympic EP by RMS Olympic

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The bus never showed up
It left me pacing at the stop
Tapping my foot and keeping time
To a movement that has passed me by
And the clouds are just an empty threat
To dampen up my cigarette
To chill me to the bone
To break my spirit, send me home
Worse for the try

But we won't live to see another day like today
And tomorrow will bring troubles of it's own
And the time we have together
Is too precious to waste
And a lifetime is too long to be alone

This guitar's falling apart
I'm holding ashes in my hands
I've got the Devil on my shoulder
And I plead with him to try to understand
Two sweaters in Los Angeles
There's no blood left in my fingertips
Every bottle has run dry
I am too paralyzed to try to meet demands

There is a rich man up the street
Snug in his mansion in the sky
He keeps his rifle steady, loaded
Guards his secrets
He is terrified
And we wish we could be him
Behind our barricades of lies
And watch the world pass through a window
See how dead the grass is on the other side

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from RMS Olympic EP, released July 25, 2011

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RMS Olympic Portland, Oregon

Folk Punk / Folk / Anti-Folk

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