stith, swe, cut, pull*7

stith, swe, i tried

stith, swe, you're alive

hah, hah*4

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80 degrees, hemmed by reveries

iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold

off-grain fabric tells a different tale

tailored frequencies need to be repaired

7am is when the station plays its sounds

listening to the speaker while the

patterns pin into place

scissors separate the

yellow from the white

"good morning small-town listeners"

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thimbles coat my fingers

feed dogs are jamming up

the thread comes in tangles

i see such pretty things

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FM comes in different colors, i believe

in the sewing machine, i've lost myself

memories inside my heart are there to grieve

color-coded by the love he gave to me

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ah, his voice

it speaks to me through the radio

pressing spotted fabric

on an ironing board

losing bobbing under tables, is it so?

every day is feels like

seams are more then torn

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buttoned patchwork

thread that's tied in knots

hand-sew everything with kind intention

liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes

my heart cries out to you in desperation

7am is when the station plays its sounds

listening to the speaker while the

patterns sew into place

unmistakably, he'll return alive

his color ought to show again--

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black and white and*3

black and white no

blue and green and yellow and red

the radio only plays in

black and white and*3

black and white no

blue and green and yellow and red

the radio only plays in

black and...*6

these aren't the colors i should see

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FM comes in different colors, i believe

in the sewing machine, i've lost myself

memories inside my heart are there to grieve

color-coded by the love he gave to me

ah, his voice

it speaks to me through the radio

pressing spotted fabric

on an ironing board

losing bobbing under tables, is it so?

every day is feels like

seams are more then torn