Faultline Blues by Sam Roberts
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I come from the east, I come from the heart of the beast, of the beast
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where dreams are made in factories, where hearts pound with heavy hurried
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beats, hurried beats
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I can’t stay here, can’t tow the line, I’m leaving for Pacific standard ti- i- - i -ime
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Now I’m heading west, trying to get this heavy weight off my chest, off my chest
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and the ones I love the best, know that 'til I reach the sunset I won’t rest, I won’t rest
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Left home on St. Valentine and headed for Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime
[interlude]
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Now I’m on the trail of Kerouac, it feels unbroken too, GP died not far from here, he was
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wailing at the moo-oo-oon
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Twenty-nine palms are just enough, one less would be too few, you find the diamond in
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the rough and you’re the morning de—e-e-ew
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Even ticking clocks can ease your mind when you’re counting on Pacific standard ti-i-i-i-i-ime
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In orange groves on storage streets I find a steady mind, wandered with my feet in Pacific standard time
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Human consolations burning out before they shine, just to dance a little while, in
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Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime
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even ticking clocks can ease your mind when you’re counting on Pacific standard time
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stuck between insane and sublime, you’re living on Pacific standard ti-i-i-ime.
