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I Count The Ways Hard
de Nortec Collective Presents: Bostich + Fussible
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I count the to disappear,
No one else can my tracks around here.
I ride my bike late at night
And all that can be seen is light.
The air is warm, and the is off my mind.
feeling trapped, make like a river and just go.
never black and unless I say so.
I shift and let go; I have total control.
I can’t be if I never see a ghost.
I it and meet halfway.
And we watch our so confidently.
I’ve got their backs, and they’ve got mine.
We’re a formidable gang without the crime.
The mood is high, and our picks up downhill.
When feeling trapped, like a and just go.
It’s and bleak I say it’s so.
I gears and to let go; I have control.
I can’t be haunted if I never see a ghost.
I count the ways to disappear,
No one can my tracks
When feeling trapped, like a river and just go.
It’s and I say it’s so.
Up to Golden Gate park, on to Ocean Beach.
Back to Addition, to the Mission,
Wind’s a wisping sound
No one else can my tracks around here.
I ride my bike late at night
And all that can be seen is light.
The air is warm, and the is off my mind.
feeling trapped, make like a river and just go.
never black and unless I say so.
I shift and let go; I have total control.
I can’t be if I never see a ghost.
I it and meet halfway.
And we watch our so confidently.
I’ve got their backs, and they’ve got mine.
We’re a formidable gang without the crime.
The mood is high, and our picks up downhill.
When feeling trapped, like a and just go.
It’s and bleak I say it’s so.
I gears and to let go; I have control.
I can’t be haunted if I never see a ghost.
I count the ways to disappear,
No one can my tracks
When feeling trapped, like a river and just go.
It’s and I say it’s so.
Up to Golden Gate park, on to Ocean Beach.
Back to Addition, to the Mission,
Wind’s a wisping sound
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