Of Montreal
Sink The Seine
You're no different from the prints that crease the wiresOr mosquitoes that now operate on her brainThought that if I sank the seine I might find youI might find youI'm no different from the claw they mic from the stairOr fake diamonds that are glued to eyes of plastic crowsThought that where the planters go, you might find meYou might find me
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