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Someone's calling to you
Firing your name across the street
They're not part of the plan
Make sure you lock the door before you retreat
You don't care for the weather but the rain puts your patience aside
A song from the crackline radio, it sounds like something you should like
You whistle along like you've heard it before, watching the road fall under the car
You're forgetting who you are

Read your old diary
Let it take you for a nostalgic ride
That's when you realise
You haven't written a word for a long, long time
By the final page you'll be screaming for more
When lifting a pencil became to hard
So did remembering who you are

And you might think that you're in charge of your body, but you're not
And you might think that you are a part of your reflection, but you're not

Raise your hand if you know how to fly this plane and touch the ground
We'll be right by your side
Only you can save us now
The pilot is drunk, he's beginning to cry
A parachute cradled in his arms
He's forgotten who we are

And you might think that you're in charge of your body, but you're not
And you might think that you are a part of your reflection, but you're not

Don't become just an imprint in the cushions and the framework of your throne
An eleven digit number in someones phone
Don't become just a hand to point a camera at those you love
To leave behind all the password to your life is not enough

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from Me & The Melting Pot, You & The Vacuum, released May 10, 2019

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Gandhi's Hands Manchester, UK

Psychedelic overtones and jazzy undertones, wrapped in a blanket of fuzz. For fans of strange guitar sounds.

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