"A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger (Live)" lyrics - OF MONTREAL

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I spent the winter on the verge
Of a total breakdown while living in Norway
I felt the darkness of the black metal bands

But being such a fawn of a man
I didn't burn down any old churches
Just slept way too much, just slept

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My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me
Is it a solar fever?
The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

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We've eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together
We will escape from the south to the west side
My mind rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me
Oooh oh oh

I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
While trying to restructure my character
'Cause it had become vile to its creator

And through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high times to come again

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Dirty old shadow, stay away
Don't play your games with me
I am older now, I see the way you operate
If you don't hurt me then you die

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