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Megan Hamilton - Detroit lyrics
Level spelled backwards is level again On a bus to Detroit in the shiny, shiny rain. Flowers packed it in, got my sins on the surface. I'll grind 'em in the pavement, I've forgotten what my purpose was. I can't sleep 'til my thoughts are erased. Conditioned air is filtering the spaces in my face. In a box in the basement, oh you hide it very well, But the catch in your throat is the story that you can't tell. Running on a treadmill, gotta go, gotta go. Did you know? Did you know? God damnit did you know? We'll have to pack it in, there's too much celebration, Don't press the panic button, ride the strangulation. Dotted yellow dashes pass like perforated strobe lights This inclination of flight, familiar in the black night. Coming to the sounds of a comforting song. On a bus to Detroit when I can't figure out what's wrong. Running on a treadmill, gotta go, gotta go. Did you know? Did you know? God damnit did you know? |
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