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Transcendental Youth - The Mountain Goats
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Transcendental Youth The Mountain Goats

Transcendental Youth - The Mountain Goats
Cold through broken baseboards
I despise this town
Snow on the sunroof
Two stories down

Hold hands
Wish the snow away
Rise in the darkness
Of the gathering day

Sing
Sing for ourselves alone
Speak into
The microphone

Cedar smudge our headbands
And take to the skies
Soar ever-upwards
On air borne black with flies

Shroud ourselves in the cosmos
Let the music play
Bright star of the morning
Shine on his rising way

Sing in the night
In the nameless dark
Father long gone
But we bear his mark
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