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Spies

from Life's A Gas by The Tins

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I spy and I live a lie and I live a lie and I live a lie oh!

In my apartment through painted window shells
Across the parking lot the kids are doing well
They’re breaking windows, and walking in the dark
All in response to those responsible for sleeping well, well

Where do they go?

I got my head all bent
And my knees are spent
And I’ve nothing left to show
I’ve got my bow with no arrow

I spy and I live a lie and I live a lie oh!
I wear a costume but it’s not mine no it’s not mine no

In my apartment above the ceiling sheets
A hundred animals scratch around for things to eat
I’d like to meet one, and announce defeat
Makes me uncomfortable to know that there are spies like me

Where do they go?


And I want to be free as a weed free as a weed
A likely story, someone’s coming after me
Are you on my side or side-less?
Free as a weed, free as a weed
A paranoid feeling coming over me
You know I always try my best
Free as a weed, free as a weed
The Lochness void is starting to get to me

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from Life's A Gas, 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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