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I was from the coast, I can hear the salt tea
where the moose moves like the news westward
From the years from the end, I can hear the redwoods start to pen
Drums, thongs and nails
Let's make the news
Let's publicize our blues
I was from the moon, I can see your wishes on the moon
Spin, slide, swim back toward you
Days from your death, you can feel the devil in your chest
When you breathe, it's when you breathe and you feel it
Let's make the news
Let's publicize our blues
Let's make the news
Let's publicize our blues
Let's make the news
