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I found an old receipt
In the car that i bought from a woman deceased
Ain't it funny, the cycle it never completes
Like the oil with fossils and shells in between
And the souls underneath

And we all repeat
And our minds are antennas for souls to receive
Like an old tv it's a steady stream
While my blood still flows and my mind still thinks

And we all repeat
And our minds are antennas for souls to receive
Like an old tv it's a steady stream
While my blood still flows and my mind still thinks



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Writer(s): Noah Marx
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