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You'll never see me posing for a photo

The flashbulbs got me washed out

Digital stills, everyone looking like a criminal

Nose a little crooked

I hate my voice on playback

But the kids in this city stay strapped

Like every moment is a moment

Hold it up with itchy trigger digits

Gunslinger, one finger

No consequence to figure with it

You shoot enough odds are, you're going to catch a kill

And ammo is unlimited

Now that no one’s copping film

In the blue light of the bar

We were looking like some movie stars

Beautiful and out of place

Hair falling around your face

The memories weak, it carries weight like a dream

Any imperfections more like variations on a theme

My mind's eye’s film is special ordered out of state

Only shoot what you need

No edits, just the tape

The projector flashes like a whole life

Reel to reel

Watch it wind

The only way to match the pictures of my mind

8 mm no sound

And if you didn't know then, you know now

And I was like "Hey, no rush"

The sun’s hiding like a thief on the Atlantic

The early shifters and the late drinkers are up

Shuffling down Bushwick like they're tired and out of practice

Headline screams "Criminal"

Papers read like a rap sheet

In the big brick cage there's plenty of shade for a black sheep

Hands together

Waiting for something sacred

Like pigeons ain't much for a mascot, but fuck it, we’ll take it

Sleeping on a bench Kentucky bourbon on his breath

Til the voices in his head are staying quiet

This ain't no midnight train to Georgia

No Johnny Cash

No Porter

But tonight the thunder on the tracks is silent

Paint the scene in grainy mariachi

Heroin and silver

Nobody stays places like this

They only pass through

And the light out the tunnel

Makes everything looks like it’s washed away

And everything looks brand new

8 mm no sound

And if you didn't know then, you know now

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Lyrics submitted by Bjarni.

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