Clay Pigeons - Michael Cera
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d own
t o
t he
r ailway
s tation,
g onna
g et
a
t icket
t o
r ride
f ind
a
b ig
f at
l ady
w ith
t wo
o r
t hree
k ids
a nd
s it
d own
b y
h er
s ide
r ide
t il
t he
s un
c omes
u p
a nd
d own
a round
m e
a bout
t wo
o r
t hree
t imes
s mokin'
c igarettes
i n
t he
l ast
s eat
t rying
t o
h ide
m y
s orrow
f rom
t he
p eople
i
m eet
a nd
g et
a long
w ith
i t
a all
g Go
d own
w here
p eople
s ay
y all
s ing
a
s ong
w ith
a
f riend
c hange
t he
s hape
t hat
i m
i n
a nd
g et
b ack
i n
t he
g ame
a nd
s tart
p layin'
a gain
i m
t ired
o f
r unning
a round
l ooking
f or
a nswers
t o
q uestions
t hat
i
a lready
k now
i
c ould
b uild
m e
a
c astle
o f
m emories
j ust
t o
h ave
s omewhere
t o
g o
c ount
t he
d ays
a nd
t he
n ights
t hat
i t
t akes
t o
g et
b ack
i n
t he
s addle
a gain
f eed
t he
p igeons
s ome
c lay
t urn
t he
n ight
i nto
d ay
s tart
t alking
a gain,
w hen
i
k now
w hat
t o
s ay
m ichael
s era