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[00:49.59]Photographs of the best time you had,
[00:55.30]windows smugded by the speed.
[01:00.97]Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,
[01:06.76]as morning turned into California,
[01:13.83]And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette.
[01:24.15]Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past.
[01:42.77]Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M to take my turn at the wheel.
[01:54.47]Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached
[02:00.54]as the sun tortured California,
[02:05.53]and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me.
[02:18.19]Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete.
[02:36.65]Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
[02:42.10]lodged out as the engine wheezed.
[02:47.79]Still moving regardless of stable ground
[02:53.83]and this stable ground.
[03:11.85]Photographs of the best time you had,
[03:15.31]windows smugded by the speed.
[03:22.74]Leaving home with our bags from Iron street
[03:28.64]as morning turned into California.
[03:38.01]The hottest songs from Death Cab For Cutie
[03:40.26]enjoy it~~ guang