i came to in a photo booth 
i bit down hard on one crooked tooth
 we rolled around with the loud talkers 
now we're all the back lot lovers

so much take out trying to talk to you 
getting backed up in the laptop lights

yeah i know 
that the guy got hooked on the side
 yeah i know 
that it rains before salt sunrise

i came to off the atlantic 
she came up with a nasty habit
 and when I say she ran out of chords
 i mean he went looking for a power source

yeah i know 
that the guy got hooked on the side
 yeah i know
 that it rains before salt sunrise
 yeah i know 
that the guy pushed hard for hard times 
yeah i know
 that it rains before sunrise

so i came to after the crash
 and we went upstairs to start this ride
 with some guy they used to call west side
 who couldn't stop talking about the bordeaux sunrise 
with its long long shadows and his animal puppet signs

i think we were born to stay 
but oh my god i was born to complain

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Music and words by Tin Trails