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Restless evening drenched in summer heat
Crow calls piercing boyhood reverie
You were just as eager as the rest
Marching onward, sweat dripped off our heads

Trash of the streets
What we breathe
Piled up so high
All burning up, all burning out
This is where we die

Traveled men hurry to no destination
Some crash, some dead
We are gravely wounded

Second sun hangs on hallowed ground
Everyone talks without sound
You and I stood close to ourselves
Enclosed in see-through binds, we couldn't feel

Trash of the streets
What we breathe
Piled up so high
All burning up, all burning out
This is where we die

So out of time, so out of breathe, so out of love
Why were we here breathing in dirt all too much?

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from I Heard You Talking In Your Sleep, released November 5, 2013

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Social Stereo Fremont

Whether out of boredom or necessity, Gabriel Tiburcio had always been interested in creating things. As a little boy, he'd often draw comics with friends during lunch. It's no surprise that he would form a band with several high school friends. Hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area, Social Stereo likes loud guitar music. But they like ambient things too. Haunted House Art-Punk? Who knows... ... more

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