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Postcards from Paradise America (title track)

from Postcards from Paradise America by Crookshanks

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I think about the way
you realize life is nothing but a game
but it's a bit to late to try to teach yourself just how to play

And I burnt down the house that I built in your name,
Just for the warmth of all the flames
Hope the smoke will fog up, my memory

Stop asking me, what's been happening
I already know it now
It's nothing new to me

And I've been trying the best I can
to try to deal with this without lending out my hand
but it's like I'm getting out of the fire
and into the frying pan

I've had this pain in my ear for the past three weeks
Sometimes I sit and I wish I couldn't hear a thing
Say what you want, I swear,
I'm not listening

I'm not listening

Still not listening

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from Postcards from Paradise America, released September 1, 2012
Recorded with Nick Diener @ Home Studio Flint, MI
Produced by Nick Diener and Crookshanks
Mastered by: Mark Mihalic
Backing harmonies by Nick Diener and Yusef Idris

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