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This Song is a Spell

from Small Mercies by An Historic

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I'll find inner peace at the bottom of bottles and baggies
I'll see the truth that they've tried so hard to suppress
Nights I can't remember, like I fell asleep with a concussion
Examining my fears, and instead of running, I address them.

Times like these, when a piece of dust from the city could hit you and break a bone
Times like these, when you see the first cracks in a mask that you wear for your own protection
Time's a disease, metastasizing and killing you slow
So I broke all the clocks and time didn't fuck with me.

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from Small Mercies, released August 24, 2013
Adam Matlock - Accordion, Voice
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Brian Slattery - Fiddle
Carl Testa - Bass

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The home for the music of Adam Matlock, his songwriting alias An Historic, and his electronic project GZARA (fka G. Zarapanecko).

All music composed by Adam Matlock unless otherwise indicated. For all related projects, visit adammatlock.bandcamp.com

Contact: mystaltree@gmail.com
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