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Hit And Miss

from Life's A Gas by The Tins

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Laying all your soil into satellites,
Planting something new that you can use to make it through the night,
Taking water by the paper cup,
You pour it out, and hope it's enough.

Laying only by your bed of grass,
Laying all your soil into something that you know has passed,
Breaking all that you have built inside,
Phase it out, you know

We all know where to run to with that shit on our shoulders,
We all know where to run to when there's no one else.
It's a hit and a miss, oh oh,

Strike a bargain for the come around,
Search for anyone that's likely not make a sound,
One night it's gonna come to you,
Lashing out,
Something to hold you, I can see why, now,
We're gonna get out off our old ways.

You don't listen, I told you there is no good reason for right decisions,
You don't see it, I wouldn't want to be around for a longer visit,
You can't taste it, the bitterness has overcome the finer laces,
You don't listen I said I only wanted you in the winter,

We all know where to run to with that shit on our shoulders,
We all know where to run to when we're hiding under cover,
We all know where to run to when there's no one else.

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from Life's A Gas, track released May 4, 2012

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The Tins Buffalo, New York

Buffalo, NY's, The Tins weave captivating harmonic anthems into a sonic fabric laced with threads of 60's psychedelic pop, static-washed folk, and new-wave art rock. Together, keyboardist Mike Santillo, drummer Dave Muntner, guitarist Adam Putzer, and bassist Justin John Smith draw listeners into a world crackling with “brilliant pop exuberance” (USA Today). ... more

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