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letra de twilight xone - jaront

talking:

submitted to you without any recommendations as to believe or disbelief
you can accept or reject. you pays your money and you takes your choice
but credulous or incredulous you don’t bother to ask anyone for proof that it could happen
the obligation’s a reverse challenge: prove that it couldn’t
this happens to be.. the twilight xone

first verse:

(t. ross)

on the road. on the road. flying 95 through idaho
going out to cali just to make a show. now i need a beer and a spot to toke
sun’s about to set in a couple hours. really need a bed and a long hot shower
slowed the car, til it came to a stop. climbing the hill to get high at the top
whoa! can’t believe my eyes. looks like a town but i see no signs
f-ck it! let’s check it out. it ain’t like we don’t have an exit out, right
didn’t go far til we found a bar. walked in and here’s what i saw
three taps, dusty mugs. tried to pull one just for fun
(jaron: what the f-ck?) beer came out. i raised the gl-ss and put it to my mouth
how the h-ll can it taste so good? poured one more and we both sat down
yo dude, am i really that high? i think i saw that guy just materialize
[lyle: is that you guys]? (jaron: this can’t be right). the paper that he holds dated 45

hook:

if you could see the time un go, would you need a finite goal?
you might even find your clone; hidden in the twilight xone
if you believe in life’s unknowns, you could see where i might roam
you can’t even find your home; chilling in the twilight xone

second verse:

yo, we’re in idaho; driving slow. i don’t know where i could go
i’m trying to smoke but i’m tired of rolling. let’s bail; get some fresh air
(t. ross: yes, where?) rest there. let’s blaze one. we’ve got days to go
til we’re stationed. wait; something’s wrong. it’s coming on. we’re puffing on
that looks like a wretched town. should we grab a bite? (t. ross: let’s check it out)
hold on, this happened before. i see from afar. (t. ross: were we about to be at the bar?)
the street’s empty, then there’s a car. it’s plenty tense when we’re alarmed
we’re some piace i don’t know where. there’s people popping out of nowhere
i don’t wanna go there. yo, we’re outta place. i don’t feel ill. i feel strange;
weird pangs. it seems dangerous; unreal range; surreal; changed
let’s leave mayne., when we’re over the hill, we can slow and just chill
we’ll go home. we’re so close. oh no! there’s no road

hook

third verse:

getting to idaho takes days. i wanna stretch my legs., catch my breath
something’s messed i guess. oh well. we’re arriving at a hotel
(t. ross: ey yo. what’s that dro smell)? [lyle: i’m lyle here and this is my here green
why don’t y’all step outside and try my time machine]. yo, whadup?
(t. ross: hold on; how is this true? found my wallet., now i got two)!
[lyle: let’s flip this switch]. what the shiit is this?! this is indescriptive; shiiiiiiit!
we go and grab a bite. everything is only half the price
i don’t know if that’s alright. the television’s in black and white
hey, that’s you! (t. ross: hey, you too)! straight confusion; déjà vu
two of me in the same room. (t. ross: to escape i grab a paper ‘dated 45.’)
on the road. on the road. flying 95 through idaho
going out to cali just to make a show

hook:

- jaront

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