Okkervil River – Unless Its Kicks (Guitar)

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What gives this mess some grace unless it's

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kicks, man - unless it's

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fiction, unless it's

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sweat or it's songs? What

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hits against this chest unless it's a

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sick man's hand, from some

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mid-level band? He's been

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driving too long on a

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dark windless night, with the

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stereo on, with the

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towns flying by and the

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ground getting soft. And a

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sound in the sky, coming

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down from above, it sur-

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rounds you and sighs and is

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whispering of what

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pulls your body down, and that is

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quicksand. So climb out

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quick, hand over hand, before your

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mouth's all filled up. What

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picks you up from down unless it's

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tricks, man? When I've been

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fixed I am convinced that I will

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not get so broke up again. And on a

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seven day high, that

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heavenly song punches

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right through my mind and just

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hums through my blood. And I

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know it's a lie, but I'll

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still give my love. Hey, my

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heart's on the line for your

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hands to pluck off. Oh...

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What gives this mess some grace unless it's

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fictions - unless it's

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licks, man, unless it's

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lies or it's love? What

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breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some

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rock and roll fan, just floating

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up from the stands with her

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heart opened up. And I want to tell her, "Your

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love isn't lost," say "my

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heart is still crossed!" Scream, "you're

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so wonderful! What a

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dream in the dark - about

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working so hard, about

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growing so stoned, trying

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not to turn off, trying

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not to believe in that lie all on your

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own."

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         La la la

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la       Oh oh oh

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Oh