Housewife radio //Gumi English\\ Lyrics Video ||Flash warning||

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  • Опубликовано: 9 сен 2024
  • Original song : • 【Gumi English】 HOUSEWI...
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    Lyrics-
    Stitch sew cut pull
    Stitch sew cut and pull
    Stitch sew cut pull
    Stitch sew cut and pull
    Stitch sew cut pull
    Stitch sew cut and pull
    Stitch sew I tried
    Stitch sew you're alive
    Hah hah
    Hah hah
    Hah hah
    Hah hah
    80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
    Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
    Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
    Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
    7AM is when the station plays its sounds
    Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
    Scissors separate the yellow from the white
    Good morning, small-town listeners
    Thimbles coat my fingers
    Feed dogs are jamming up
    The thread comes in tangles
    I see such pretty things
    FM comes in different colors, I believe
    In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
    Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
    Color-coded by the love he gave to me
    Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
    Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
    Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
    Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn
    Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
    Hand-sew everything with kind intention
    Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
    My heart cries out to you in desperation
    7AM is when the station plays its sounds
    Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
    Unmistakably, he'll return alive
    His colors ought to show again
    Black and white and black and white
    and black and white and black and white
    No - blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
    These aren't the colors i should see
    FM comes in different colors, I believe
    In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
    Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
    Color-coded by the love he gave to me
    Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
    Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
    Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
    Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn
    (I do not own nor claim rights to the song or it’s lyrics all rights go to the original creator)

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