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Kim Kelly Is Still My Friend

This song is by Onsind and appears on the album Dissatisfactions (2010).

An unmade bed and three words all too rarely said
We share a sickness, expanding roots beneath the ground
Deeper and stronger they tie us down

Heaven knows in desperate times that I get too self-referential
I can hardly bare to sing a song so blue
We were drowning in an ocean of misplaced potential
Staking claim to what we knew

We invented our realitiesand painted crazy fantasies
On any scrap of paper we could find
Preposterous conspiracies, and antidote too
Too much dumb bureaucracy, we fought free of the bind

You said you had a hunch that Gilesgate bank conceals a mausoleum
Corpses buried under foot where nobody can see them
All the residents of yesteryear reside
In secret dwellings underneath the street, trapped dissatisfied

And as silly as it was, I saw some truth in your tall tale
Because everybody loses sometimes, everybody fails
These grim reminders underfoot keep us in check
The roots that drag us down, are the things we can't forget

Origami planes and pillows with stupid names
My composure crumpled by that creaky chair
So I took a walk to clear my head, but because of force of habit
I reached out to grab a hand that wasn't there

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