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All that crooked number left in pile,
Eyes were glued to the highlight reel,
Cry at flyby of a 52 bomber,
Dropping passes for free fast food meals,
Name brand product in and out of style,
The season's face and the color wheel,
I bleach my mouth and cleanse at the sauna,
Mud masks, cucumber peel.

I beg,
Distraction,
I've got no real reaction anymore.

All that induced coughing meets the concrete mile,
Slowing pace until prescribed inhale,
Trick the frame and manipulate the body,
Adjust the weight to pose on the scale.

I beg,
Distraction,
I've got no real reaction anymore.

It's buried.

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from Nothing's Not Moving, released April 15, 2014
Lyrics/Vocals by Stephen MacDonald

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The Okay Win Boston, Massachusetts

The Okay Win have never been good at describing themselves. There's a mixture of intimacy, energy, and space in their songs, but to them they are just a group of friends that enjoy making music together.

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