Discretion Grove Lyrics by Stephen Malkmus

Discretion Grove Lyrics

    Hate recreated
    A revelation
    Uh listen to me
    I'll tell you i'm about to run
    The ceiling's are undone
    Specialized victories
    For overage whores
    I felt up your feelings
    And they left me no more time
    To see what i want to find

    Believe-- let it go
    And leave--the shots in closing
    Believe--discretion grove
    For it's time
    To go there
    Yea there's time, there's time, there's time
    To go there

    Celt alcoholic
    Feeling past blue
    I'm tryin to get up
    From sending all my selves to you
    And in times i tilted truth
    Major alfonso
    Mind up the gold
    The ceremonial dead trees
    Told him all that he could do
    And it's all we do to run, run, run,

    You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down
    You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship
    On an insane raid

    Just crash our wind on a manic bay
    Distract the wind on a manic bay
    Scratch the wind on a manic bay

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