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I spent the winter On the verge of a total break-down While living in norway I felt the darkness of the Black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man I didn't burn down any old churches Just slept way too much Just slept, (chorus) My mind rejects the frequency, It's static craziness to me Is it a solar fever? The tv man's too loud Our plane is sleeping on a cloud You turn the dial, |
I'll try and smile. We've eaten plastic weather This family sticks together, We will escape from the south To the west side. My mind rejects the frequency, It's just verbosity to me I spent the winter with my nose Buried in a book While trying to restructure my character Cause it had become vile To it's creator And through many dreadful nights I lie praying to a saint that nobody has heard of |
And waiting for some high times To come again Chorus.. Dirty old shadow Stay away, don't play your games with me I am old and now i see The way you operate If you don't hurt me then you die, Um...um...umm.... Chorus |
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