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Golden Smog White Shell Road
(Louris) the wheels are spinning inside of my head the wheels are spinning inside of my head they don't know, they don't know the leaves listen to what I say the leaves listen to what I say they don't know, they don't know it's a stab in the dark the light slept on the riverbed the light slept on the riverbed slipped into the shadows and landed like a figurehead the moral night is the darkest night the moral night is the darkest night they don't know, they don't know I cut my feet on the white shell road I cut my feet on the white shell road they don't know, they don't know it's a stab in the dark the light slept on the riverbed the light slept on the riverbed slipped into the shadows and landed like a figurehead then I saw her running down, down in the garden her hair was flowing round and brown tumbled and stumbled to the ground and died the leaves listen to what I say the leaves listen to what I say they don't know, they don't know I cut my feet on the white shell road I cut my feet on the white shell road they don't know, they don't know it's a stab in the dark the light slept on the riverbed the light slept on the riverbed slipped into the shadows and landed like a figurehead they don't know ... it's a stab in the dark
