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Anarchist Profit

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Adelaide the architect sat drawing on the porch
Portraying far off colonies imagined innocently
Meaghan the anarchist asked me for a kiss
She stole my car I thanked her for the lesson of justice that she taught me

This gap between feelings and the fever
That brought me to be so enticed by the thought of
A life long lived full of love and true contrition, true contrition

Amber Constantine drove a doorless Jeep
That summer we went surfing and made some violent memories
Meaghan the anarchist asked me for a kiss
She stole my heart I thanked her for everything that she took from me

You stand up for what you believe, and I believe that too
Except right now you stand on a mountain of sinking half-baked lies
Your antique icicle shop will not turn a profit this year or next
Your plan of attack is flawed

Jerry the Greyhound driver on the route between me and
Denver, Colorado smoked his last cigar
He drove that 40-seater off the side of a cliff
Outside the town that he called home
Because all he ever wanted to do was fly, and his momma said
Try, Jerry, try
Oh you can fly, Jerry, fly

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from Booth Bay, released November 15, 2011
Recorded in a live studio setting 11/10/11 in the Gore Recital Hall at the Roselle Center for the Arts at the University of Delaware.

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