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XAVER — Window Sails
Artist: → XAVER
XAVER — Window Sails — lyrics
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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