Single File (25th Anniversary Remaster)

Here in line, where stupid shit collides with dying shooting stars
All we got to show what we really are is the same kind of scars
And looking at you, all I see is you're waiting for something

Single file, you're a murder mile
You idiot kid, your arm's got a death in it

If you're choking up, take this paper cup but there's a price that you'll pay
For trying hard to become whatever they are and saying whatever they say
So help yourself to this bitter pill or somebody else will

Single file, you're a murder mile
You idiot kid, your arm's got a death in it

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Credits
Writer(s): Elliott Smith
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