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the first single from Shells Of Paradise (formerly Tom Florida & The Episodes)

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released March 3, 2015

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Track Name: true
on the computer
pictures from a long time ago
from before I knew you babe
and we started taking our own

yeah I caught a ride this time
over here from the workplace, not hers
I was ready to be by your side

what do you say tonight?
where do we show or should we hide?
with you, why wouldn't I?

that girl, no, don't worry bout her
an innocent conversation
the one you said is trying to take me
she cannot fascinate like you do
and you continue to

so like I said and meant it, baby I'm true
and I will be too, wouldn't you?
true, true
true
so like I said and meant it, baby I'm true
and I will be too, wouldn't you?
true, true
true
true, true
true

and when we wrap the show, love
I look around the room
I'm seeing everybody
but I'm looking up and down for you

so like I said and meant it, baby I'm true
and will continue to be to you
true, true
true
so like I said and meant it, baby I'm true
and will continue to be to you
true, true
true
true, true
true
Track Name: supercommuter
been faced with the commonplace
all my days on the highways of the gray
the faces all the same, insane
from behind windowpanes

moebius trip of a middle lane
taking its tollbooth takes the change
never makes it
never makes it there

I see smoke where there is none
that's how far it's gone
maybe the fires of yesteryear
or the burnings to come
I see smoke where there is none
illusions on the horizon

narcoleptic on a gray screen saver
bonfires rage
they lick the stage
the faculties these infatuations impair
no inhalation could compare
the screen wavers, fades the page

moebius trip of a middle lane
taking its tollbooth takes the change
never makes it
never makes it there

I see smoke where there is none
that's how far it's gone
maybe the fires of yesteryear
or the burnings to come
I see smoke where there is none
illusions on the horizon

my car is gray and the highway and a brain
I take another flyover, break a bottleneck
we all rage
we all rage
we all rage
we all rage
we all rage