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Charlotte Cornfield
GENRE Woke up sweating over the state of affairs
From my mountain isolation
Up 3 flights of stairs
And I wish it were morning
And I wish this was over
This type of thing used to throw me but now I’m older
So I just stay naked, make a coffee and some toast
Scroll through the news of the hour
Try not to hold it too close
Eventually get myself out the door
Eventually breathe in the cool air
Process the fact that I’m here and that you are there
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
So what if I don’t kiss thе ring?
Will I be kicked to the curb?
Will I not bеlieve in anything?
We’re not supposed to go outside
And the stores are all closed
Never seen the city so dead and so morose
It’s a crisis
But we haven’t got the words
Or the gall to describe it
When everybody’s heard
Different information
And it’s slipping through a sieve
But the cats are all still yowling in the city where I live
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
Circling around
Circling around
From my mountain isolation
Up 3 flights of stairs
And I wish it were morning
And I wish this was over
This type of thing used to throw me but now I’m older
So I just stay naked, make a coffee and some toast
Scroll through the news of the hour
Try not to hold it too close
Eventually get myself out the door
Eventually breathe in the cool air
Process the fact that I’m here and that you are there
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
So what if I don’t kiss thе ring?
Will I be kicked to the curb?
Will I not bеlieve in anything?
We’re not supposed to go outside
And the stores are all closed
Never seen the city so dead and so morose
It’s a crisis
But we haven’t got the words
Or the gall to describe it
When everybody’s heard
Different information
And it’s slipping through a sieve
But the cats are all still yowling in the city where I live
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
Skimming headlines, walking slowly
Circling around
Flashing headlights, beaming lowly
Circling around
Circling around
Circling around
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