XAVER - Window Sails Lyrics
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    Window Sails

    Sitting on my windowsill
    Turning my blankets into sails
    Fly away from here
    Trying to get my mind fucking clear

    And I’ve been seeing faces in my dreams
    Trying to figure out what the fuck it all means
    But it’s hard to see with your eyes closed
    And it always leads where my mind goes
    But I know that it’s all inside of me
    I’m still trying to grow like the fucking trees
    Only four types of seeds
    (Yeah)
    Only four types of seeds
    Those who do what they do for the money
    Those who do what they do ‘cause they can
    Those who do what they do ‘cause they have to
    And those who choose what to do with the plan

    Sitting on my windowsill
    Turning my blankets into sails
    Fly away from here
    Trying to get my mind fucking clear

    Delirious seems to be a dish best served cold
    That’s when I notice I have death on hold
    Well, hello Mr Reaper
    I’ve been meaning to be cheaper
    Spending all my time just to live inside the beaker
    Of your little lab experiment
    No, I don’t want to die a lab rat’s in perishment
    Man, that’s so disparaging
    Fuck, this lonely arrogance
    It’s nothing but embarrassing
    They say to fake it till you make it
    But it’s hard to pretend
    ‘Cause I’m no greater than
    (And)
    Sitting on my windowsill
    Turning my blankets into sails
    Fly away from here
    Trying to get my mind fucking clear

    (Yeah I'm)

    Sitting on my windowsill
    Turning my blankets into sails
    Fly away from here
    Trying to get my mind fucking clear
    Trying to get my mind fucking clear
     

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