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Morning Culture

from Morning Culture (Single) by The Drafts

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The stale air keeps my thoughts in place
As I'm treading through the same old space
And the light through the trees
Is getting to me
I could use some sleep

When the narratives are spoken
And every word is deafening
The phrases that they're smokin
Tend to burn out real quick

Lately I've spent time tryna concentrate
On some things to which I can't really relate
It's denser than lead
Compressed in my head
I'm going to bed

And when I wake up I am content
Disoriented transiently
And I'll attempt to be attentive
Just preparing to hear, to hear

To hear the narratives all spoken
Where every word is deafening
And the phrases that they're smokin
Now have burned out

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from Morning Culture (Single), released November 7, 2017

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The Drafts are a noisy rock quartet based in Chicago.

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