Of Montreal - A Sentence of Sorts In Kongsvinger Lyrics

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I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown while living in Norway 
I felt the darkness of the black metal bands 
But being such a faun of a man I didn't burn down any old churches 
Just slept way too much, just slept 

My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me, is it a solar fever? 
The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud 
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile 
We've eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together 
We will escape from the south to the west side 
My mind rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me 

I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book while trying to restructure my character 
'Cause it had become vile to its creator 
And through many dreadful I nights I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of 
And waiting for some high times to come again 

My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me, is it a solar fever? 
The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud 
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile 
We've eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together 
We will escape from the south to the west side 
My mind rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me 

Dirty old shadow stay away don't play your games with me 
I am older now I see the way you operate 
If you don't hurt me then you die

My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me, is it a solar fever? 
The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud 
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile 
We've eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together 
We will escape from the south to the west side 
My mind rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me 

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lyrics submitted by Lysander on 27-01-2007
lyrics corrected by SKoobyOne on 26-01-2008