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"Tiny Prayers"

Fifth snow-covered Tuesday in so many weeks
Check the mail for the sixth or seventh time today
Fold this mighty newspaper over and over
Anxiety quelled by underline

Tiny prayers to the coffee cups
Scattered all across my house
My only measure of time

In whose world do these accolades matter?
I guess not mine, my slow world spins the same
Fully consumed with what my grandparents used to do
A contact high, oh method acting

Tiny prayers to the coffee cups
Scattered all across my house
My only measure of time

Oh, scattered like ashes
Oh, scattered like my old homes
Oh, scattered like stars

After all that what did you expect to see?
Yell until you're blind and all out of money
Twenty-five Strummers and too many Ramones
Like there's no place left to go

I don't know what's worse, no opinion or no thirst
Or how I can't find a better use for my time
Said I don't know what's worse, no opinion or no thirst
Or how I can't find a better use for my time

Thanks to Vicenç for these lyrics

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