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letra de switchboard - armand hammer

[chorus: e l u c i d]
a face behind this mask behind this face
a face behind this mask behind this face
a face behind this mask behind this face
so many people at the same time
a face behind this mask behind this face
a face behind this mask behind this face
behind this mask behind this face
so many people at the same time

[verse 1: e l u c i d]
yo, uh huh
body to inhabit
universe, stars at the feet, time dragging, uh
forgetting, i remember, i forget again
forgеtting, i remember, i forgеt again
remind me when i come down, suck me when i wake
feed me, i just maintain, or so i thought
look a little different through another’s eyes
this, that, and the other time
this, that, and the other time, uh
body to inhabit (well)
universe, stars at the feet, time dragging
behind the light
behind the beat
update another version
i’m in a jeep
holy wood burning, breathing deeper
thought i knew but not for certain
she say she saw my other face when i’m inside her
i looked around, wiping my saliva
who’s that peeking through my eye slit?
showing up unannounced
who’s turning time to speak?
body to inhabit
universe, stars at the feet, time dragging
seasons past, cyprus never completed
[chorus: e l u c i d]
a face behind this mask behind this face
a face behind this mask behind this face
a face behind this mask behind this face
so many people at the same time
a face behind this mask behind this face
a face behind this mask behind this face
a face behind this mask behind this face
so many people at the same time

[verse 2: billy woods]
i can’t see it yet, but something’s coming
(if you’re not scared, you’s a dummy)
slept buried in her shoulder blades, one hand on her stomach
awake, running, screen wedged in windpipe
fell asleep trying to write and woke to the beat bludgeoning
feel it in my t–th like electric current
circuits circling, circling, buzzers (buzzers)
missed calls from my own number
a long hallway
then it’s the room where you identify your mother
go back home to your lover
how many times do you tell her that you love her?
why the cellar door open when it wasn’t?

[outro: billy woods]
rake leaves in the evening
smoke a little weed in the back of the trees where they can’t see in
seeing my breath leaving, fingers freezing
i swear there used to be different seasons (something’s coming)
voice said ‘you pretending to be grieving’ and chuckled
when i was little, leaped in the deep end and struggled
alone with the sun reaching

- armand hammer

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