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from CHUBS by The Warhorse

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lyrics

thought we were dancing in the waves
we were standing in our graves
bleaching in the malibu sun
i heard you starting to say
that you're liking the way
the ocean breeze feels through your chest
isn't it funny the face
with our flesh peeled back
our heart beating sounds way fainter now
before they smash us to dust
or the worms eat us up
we gotta break from this pinewood city

we're dried up
calcium and collagen is all that's left of all our friends
we're dried up
and all the taphonomic studies say we better get our asses out of this place

eye sockets sallow and tired
china limbs clattering hard
we're tryna dance before they're cleaning out their closets
our bones are white like the sun
our future's in museums
they're tryna figure out our living and our mating habits
how can we ever relax
the constant clicking and clacks
don't understand the physics of what's holding us together
and we dream of the days
we'll watch the sunset and say
do you remember what we used to put ourselves through

a girl and kids
fresh coat of skin
we'll run our hands through our hair
the brisk sting of mountain air
small lives small town
v chill friends round
we gotta hope that our souls
don't flee through the gaps in our bones

we're dried up
calcium and collagen is all that's left of all our friends
we're dried up
and all the taphonomic studies say we better get our asses out of this place

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from CHUBS, released October 1, 2016

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