Lyrics
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Propeller seeds
Corridor scene
Talk on, walk out.
It took me a minute, my mind was on other things
Oh, you got me at “Paris”
I must be coming down with something to be thinking this
What's happening here?
I'm growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips
Unfold
Where does this story go?
Queue, food
Drink up
Continue
We float in tandem, past name tags and shaking hands
