Songs of the SMOG

No Dancing – Smog

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Snuffling, choking Looking like you came to collect Something you said you owed There’s always some turtle snapping in my head Saying you can’t just waltz in here Acting

Distance – Smog

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A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists pummel absently To birth the spirit in the room The wind it seems to lick The wind it seems to suck

Hit The Ground Running – Smog

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Though there was some nice folks there Now I don’t know where I’m going All I know is I’ll hit the ground running Only cowboys The Southern gentlemen Betting

Back In School – Smog

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With your hand in his hair And his hand in Your back pocket I couldnt help but stare I wanted to tell you That i was back in school

I Could Drive Forever – Smog

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To many people have crumbled apart In my hand I should have left a long time ago The best idea I’ve ever had With every mile Another piece of

Red Apple Falls – Smog

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It’s hard to live With a man A man like me The widow says It’s hard to live On the lonely version of love i give And i’ve seen

Sleepy Joe – Smog

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I got up in May and had some toast Then I bedded down again I bedded down again Because I was sleepy In June I made enough chili in

Strayed – Smog

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You walk behind But seem to lead the way Oh, I know I, Oh, I know I have strayed I have taken you for a ride Left you waiting

Your New Friend – Smog

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And there’s nothing left to say I know what you’re going to do So i’m going my seperate way You’re going to call your new friend On the telephone

River Guard – Smog

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They have the time of their lives I love to watch them floating On their backs Unburden and relaxed I sit in the tall grass and look the other