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well, well, well, how the turntables​.​.​.

from this is not for you by foxtails

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when did these bruises start to keep me from moving / it's been two months and i can't remember / what it is i've done right
where's the wavelength that i'm supposed to be on? / i think i fell off of it / a very long time ago / what's the point of this heart-to-heart / if we're both crossing our arms
my gaze left the windowpane / and my wrists laid in white and red / and last time i checked this was all on my neck / but blame's a fucking funny thing
the first time i was lost / was midday in a small place / i looked nowhere— / everywhere i swear
9 years later i'm still lost and i never got home / if i could i would bring myself home but home is anywhere but here

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from this is not for you, released March 22, 2015

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