Mailbox
The Jinks
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Warm sun bakes my face Dreams of outer space I hit a mailbox with my bike I don't like this place But I don't like to hate Not even smallpox or the Third Reich I've tucked away my dreams Stuck beneath the green Packin' words into my pipe All these in betweens Hopeless but serene Maybe someday it'll be alright People pass me by But I don't bat an eye Stuck inside of my own head A little too proud to cry I think I wanna be alive But feelin' sometimes like I'm better off dead
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Written by: Luke Tullier, Matthew Caluda, Sam Valentine, Samuel Valentine
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