Текст песни Soft Music/Juno Portraits Of The Jovian Sky - of Montreal
Trawling
on
my
DM
You
don't
know
me
though
Had
you
on
my
lips
again
You
don't
know
me
though
I
don't
need
a
girlfriend
You
don't
know
me
though
Wrecked
another
weekend
You
don't
know
me
though
Soft
music
change
the
oxygen
from
Presige
Bushwick
Street
Reflexively
retching
Anglo
influx
though
there
will
be
No
gentrificating
of
Graffiti
warship
of
some
of
our
love,
our
love
It's
hard
to
stop
the
triggering
of
one's
self-destructive
urges
I
liberated
you
twice
You
don't
know
me
though
You've
become
my
only
vice
You
don't
know
me
though
I
don't
want
to
be
nice
You
don't
know
me
though
I'm
a,
I'm
a
sacrifice
You
don't
know
me
though
I
fell
abandoned
when
you
nurse
my
on
my
swerve
I
made
my
antigen
being
your
loyal
perv
I
became
a
holiday
I
need
you
to
observe
I
gave
you
devotion
that
I'm
hoping
you
deserve
I
guess
redemption
is
my
ultimate
turn-on
This
reclamation
has
got
me
trying
to
prove
That
knee-down
our
insides
have
found
the
groove
Got
to
win
Soft
music
change
the
oxygen
from
Presige
Bushwick
Street
of
White
flight
in
reverse
on
the
crests
of
their
vaporwave
An
intersectional
highs
And
then
your
so
patient
lows
It's
hard
to
stop
the
impact
of
one's
offensive
ways
Soft
music
change
the
oxygen
from
Presige
Bushwick
Street
Reflexively
retching
Anglo
influx
though
there
will
be
No
gentrificating
of
Graffiti
warship
of
some
of
our
love
It's
hard
to
stop
the
triggering
of
one's
self-destructive
urges
Purgatory
in
hearts
filled
up
by
Juno's
portraits
of
the
Jovian
sky
Purgatory
in
hearts
filled
up
by
Juno's
photos
of
the
Jovian
sky
Purgatory
in
hearts
filled
up
by
Juno's
photos
of
the
Jovian
sky
Purgatory
in
hearts
filled
up
by
Juno's
photos
of
the
Jovian
sky
Purgatory
in
hearts
filled
up
by
Juno's
photos
of
the
Jovian
sky
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