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• Artiste: Kurt Vile
• Titre: Wheelhouse
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Sometimes I talk too much but I gotta get it out But I don’t wanna talk, I only wanna listen My baby talks soft, my ears are always ringing now Humming a sad song when I’m alone But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so Sometimes of whom you just can’t distinguish but Thank god for the former, yeah Some bow down a hundred times a day or more To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day Find the temple, to bask in the glory of Roll around on the flora furry carpet there Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and breathing deep inside There’s a desert down below the earth’s core A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in A little something from the cupboard over there A little medicine, it’s a medication situation Some bow down a hundred times a day or more To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day Find the temple, to bask in the glory of Roll around on the flora furry carpet there Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and breathing deep inside