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Lyrics
Hand over hand I'm pulling myself together On this itchy couch again I'd pull you in, but I couldn't help thinking Or my mouth was tarpaulin Let me start again I didn't mean to say so Much about my plans So you see my hand See? It's never either-or now Stigmata ampersand ♪ The morning is the self, it's self-evident A clattering of blinds A mimetic wind A sympathetic tremor I'm a tessela of signs Oh, I close my eyes And fractal inner rings of varicose resign Coiled dark inside I'll open my eyes and clear my Throat when I know it's time
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:03
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 135 BPM