Cold Beer And Cigarettes (acoustic) by David Bazan
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A white ghost, making his way up the west coast Trying to focus his
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high hopes on a vagina or two He's taking his chances
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Meanwhile, back in his living room Bright smiles are watching his toddler
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run speed trials Over a grandmother's rug And nature advances
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Up the interstate He's been awake And pretty drunk for three whole
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Days. No one wants to stop Until they get to where they're going
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I'll get to where I'm going pretty soon
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So he takes another drink 'Cause watching the scenery bleed
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Into each similar scene Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams
solo over verse with slightly different ending:
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It's faster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer If you don't rattle the
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cashier By asking her back to your room. She's calling security
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Our car's on fire in the parking lot And nobody wants it to rain
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But God isn't listening So all of the windshields glisten
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The water and oil mix Causing the fire to spread
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To five or six innocent automobiles Sitting in their nearby spots
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What a cruel God we've got
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Right on, right on, right on Right on, right on
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Right on, right on, right on Right on, right on
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So he takes another drink 'Cause watching the scenery bleed
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Into each similar scene Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams