Jake McKelvie & the Countertops snowball patent pending

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The stuttering sound of cellular phone interference
And the fluttering feel of the fingers I keep in my mouth
And the terrible taste of my tongue
And the bellowing bloke I've become
Have commenced me completely, then died out discreetly
And made me remember the sun going down
Just the way I like it
Hiding out under me
So you've found a new way to navigate back to my residence
You'll collect me, correct me, then resurrect me
And bury my bones somewhere new
And babe I couldn't go, 'cause there's someplace else you know
That I have been keeping my eye on when my eye wasn't keeping on you
And should I leave, don't tell anybody
And should I grieve, then you have won
So I'm buying your love with the money I got from my tax return
And I'll put it away until Christmas or some other time
Because lately I simply don't know where I'm going
In spite of the dozens of street signs I've stolen
The trains try their hardest to keep me from rolling
So I roll back into bed and I think of you
For as long as that will take me
And I sit around until the end of the day
Since the day I lost my mind
I've found it's hard to find
You in the proper position
And me in the right state of mind

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