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From the recording The Camouflage Kid

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The Camouflage Kid
by Jon Porobil

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When the running away was really running in place
And you finally get the mirror to believe in your lies
When the conversation doesn't want to wash off your face
Maybe then you can dry your eyes

You do what you must
And you choose who to trust
'Til it's ashes to ashes
And dust into dust
And you disappear
Like you were never here

There's no capturing the Camouflage Kid
He's out of pocket living off of the grid
He's going alone

Put a candle in the window if it helps you to grieve
And a little wooden statue of Saint Anthony too
Put a key atop the lintel if you really believe
That your little boy's still looking for you

You can stand on your porch
With your phone and a torch
That you keep at arm's length
So the fire can't scorch
Though it never does
Same as it ever was

There's no capturing the Camouflage Kid
He's out of pocket living off of the grid
He's going alone
If you're been pining for the Prodigal Son
No accounting for the things you've done
He's not coming home

It's easier than you might expect
To disappear completely
Just go someplace you haven't been yet
And build a new life
Build a new life
It's easier than you might expect
To never come home

There's no capturing the Camouflage Kid
He's out of pocket living off of the grid
He's going alone
If you've been pining for the Prodigal Son
No accounting for the things you've done
He's
He's
He's
Never coming home

Pick your own fruit
Hunt your own meat
Eat what you kill
Never come home

Light your own fire
Chart your own path
Howl at the moon
Never come home

Carve your own tools
Make your own bed
Under the stars
Never come home

Build your own house
Camouflage Kid
This is your life
Never Come Home

Pick your own fruit
Hunt your own meat
Eat what you kill
Never come home

Light your own fire
Chart your own path
Howl at the moon
Never come home

Carve your own tools
Make your own bed
Under the stars
Never come home

Build your own house
Camouflage Kid
This is your life
Never come home
Never come home

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