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I Count The Ways 
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de Nortec Collective Presents: Bostich + Fussible
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I count the ways to disappear,
No one can my tracks around here.
I ride my bike late at night
And all that can be seen is light.
The air is warm, and the is off my mind.
When feeling trapped, make like a river and go.
It’s never and bleak I say it’s so.
I shift gears and let go; I have total control.
I can’t be if I see a ghost.
I time it and halfway.
And we watch our numbers grow so confidently.
I’ve got backs, and they’ve got mine.
a the crime.
The is high, and our up downhill.
When trapped, like a river and just go.
It’s never and bleak unless I say so.
I shift gears and to let go; I have total control.
I be if I never see a ghost.
I count the to disappear,
No one else can trace my tracks
When feeling trapped, make like a and just go.
It’s black and bleak unless I say so.
Up to Golden park, on to Beach.
Back to Western Addition, to the Mission,
Wind’s a
No one can my tracks around here.
I ride my bike late at night
And all that can be seen is light.
The air is warm, and the is off my mind.
When feeling trapped, make like a river and go.
It’s never and bleak I say it’s so.
I shift gears and let go; I have total control.
I can’t be if I see a ghost.
I time it and halfway.
And we watch our numbers grow so confidently.
I’ve got backs, and they’ve got mine.
a the crime.
The is high, and our up downhill.
When trapped, like a river and just go.
It’s never and bleak unless I say so.
I shift gears and to let go; I have total control.
I be if I never see a ghost.
I count the to disappear,
No one else can trace my tracks
When feeling trapped, make like a and just go.
It’s black and bleak unless I say so.
Up to Golden park, on to Beach.
Back to Western Addition, to the Mission,
Wind’s a
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