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SINGER: Tadpole
SONG:Frequency
The air up there is crowded crazy static in the sky with multitudes of voices flying swifter than the eye could ever see to speak, catch them up and reason with the din and now at night when iım trying to sleep my head is caving inŠ Give me your frequency right where i want to be Itıs strange to feel resistance this compression of the air the sounds that fill the silence are now floating everywhere and i canıt disconnect from this effect, the levelıs much too high and now at night when iım trying to sleep my head is caving in. Itıs automatic with you
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