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Lo-fi mess. Emotions were stirred and things got uncomfortably personal.
Lyrics:
SANE
I feel ill
As the sun is sinking down
So take another pill
As the sun is sinking down
A troubled mind you wouldn't know
There she was at the kitchen window
A shopping list or an avalanche
There she was at the kitchen window
The buzzing of that radio
There she is at the kitchen window
Is she just fine, you never know
When she looks out the kitchen window
Enjoy.
Cheers.
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