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Parking Lot Window Seat

from Less Angeles by Alive At 27

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This ain’t no dumb-luck songwriting
This ain’t the cream of sumyungai
We've put in the hours, counted the weeks and stared at the climb
And we won't come home 'til the mountains call us high

The waitress smiled when she came to the table
With our lives in her worn out hands
"These are the fuel for the good fire
You better eat 'em up"
We've run into walls, into the squalls and counted the time
And we'll ride home on the ocean's rising tide

I lost myself when I lost my voice
And I was hanging over the edge for more than a fortnight
But I came back north
And the love that I had before was waiting for me
In a parking lot window seat
I'll never leave

Don't follow blind
You're gonna curse yourself when you find
You know less than the truth

I lost myself when I lost my voice
And I was hanging over the edge for more than a fortnight
But I came back north
And the love that I had before was waiting for me
In a parking lot window seat
I'll never leave

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from Less Angeles, released November 16, 2011

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Alive At 27 Los Angeles, California

Dane's wavering voice will please and disturb you, Dreux's militaristic battery will trick and treat you, Pat's ghostly leads will lead and mislead you, and Matt's strutting bass-lines will cruise and lose you.

R.I.P. to our FEARLESS leader and brother, Dane Rippee.

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