 Gifts lyrics ( Propaghandi )   
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Artist : Propaghandi
Song : Gifts
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my
hands, staring at the window as the sunlight
demands action. all the energy it takes to close
these bedroom blinds. wrote this selfish sadness
on a b
Om wall, spent half the span of some lost
culture’s rise and fall, but I’m as clueless as a
drooling four year old. still hoping I might find
the capacity to let you know I know you’re
lonely. s
E’s the last call for regrets, a final slow dance
through the days that we all hold on to. here’s
the promises I’ve made, tied too tight to undo.
an unwrapped gift from me to you. all the slight
Sane on the 18 north main, reaching for a
small-town downtown, night rain, nothing I could
say could be worth saying anyway today. like
"hey, whatever happened to what’s that guys’
name? &qu
We get a little older and it looks the same:
askance. excuse my failing sense of humour.
here’s the promises I’ve made; a razor blade and
this broken piece of chain. a history left to
rust out i
Rain.
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