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Toss off the ladder and the covers too
I'm found, I'm found, thought I lost you
Word bank hiding in an old machine
System out broken from "A Love Supreme"

Masking the matter with a freedom cry
"Sex in the City" with no violent bytes
Anthropocene preacher with unholy sight
And I thought I'd made it out of town

And I tossed you up
Expecting you to come down
And I, and I, and I
Made the radio loud

Toss off the ladder and the covers too
I'm found, I'm found, I thought I lost you
Word bank hiding in an old machine
System out broken from "A Love Supreme"

And masking the matter with a freedom cry
"Sex in the City," no violent bytes
Anthropocene preacher with an unholy sight
And I thought I'd be alright

And I thought I made it out of this town
Thought I'd be alright when I'm afraid
Oh no

And then you can do whatever you want with that