Finish The Mountain Goats Lyrics

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Can you name the Finish The Mountain Goats Lyrics?

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Every dream's a good dream
It will be too late by the time we learn
I want to cry out but I don't scream and I don't shout
And remember what we had here
You're stirring from your slumber
But we consulted maps from earlier days
And indications that there's something wrong with our new house
The things that you've got coming
Work until I drop, drift from place to place
Can't get you out of my head
There are no Pan Asian supermarkets down in hell
I am not gonna lose you
There's a monkey in the basement
We watched the horses run their workouts
Feast like pagans, never get enough; sleep like dead men
I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures
And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face
And this is why Jeff, in the letters he'd write to his friend
Cause your mouth is sweeter than wine and has
Show up in shining colors
The warning signs have all been bright and garish
You know it breaks my heart in half, in half
The way I feel about you baby, can't explain it
I hope the people who did you wrong
Your drunken kisses as light as the air
Finishing one another's sentences
I hide down in my corner because I like my corner
This song is for the rats
The world throws its light underneath your hair
And I hope that if I found the strength to walk out
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It's so good to learn that from right here
The first time I made coffee for just myself
I don't mean it when I tell you
And when the birds come home in spring
Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp
Let's beat the retreat, let's get on the plane
Yeah but you're going to do what you want to do
Lead us to the beach by our hands
When the helicopter passes
Gold light shining on so many things
Some things you do for money
Rise if you're sleeping, stay awake; we are young supernovas
And just before I leave, I throw up in the sink
When the last days come, we shall see visions
Some people crash two or three times
Hold my hopes under water
Faces too blurry to make out
I broke free on a Saturday morning
Dream of waking up someday
Saw your name on the sidewalk
I was standing at the bus stop on Northeast 33rd
We stank of hair dye and ammonia
You may not like Tate's methods, but you've got to admit
Keep to ourselves mostly
And I apologize but I don't know what I love more
Bad luck comes in from Tampa, on the back of a truck
And no one knows how to keep secrets 'round here
I write down good reasons to freeze to death
St. Joseph's Baby Aspirin, Bartles and Jaymes
I'm gonna bribe the officials

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