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Letra de A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger - Of Montreal

Letra de canción de A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger de Of Montreal lyrics

I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown
while living in norway
I felt the darkness of the black metal bands
but being such bum of a man I didn't burn down any old
churches
just slept way too much
just slept
my mind rejects your frequency, it started craziness
to me
is it a soul, a fever?
the tv man is too loud, I'm faintly sleeping on a
cloud
you turn the dial, I'll try and smile
we live in plastic weather, this family sticks
together
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we will escape from the south to the west side
my mind rejects your frequency, it's just verbosity to
me
ah...
I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
while trying to restructure my character
because it had become vile to its creator
and through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
and waiting for some high time to come again
(dirty old child, oh, stay away
don't play your games with me
I am older now, I see the way you operate
if you don't hurt me, then you die...)

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