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Hypnojazz
by Antoni Krupski
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Writing the words off the page
Feeling what's in your veins
Osmosis says the inks been dry for days
In the corner the jukebox plays
It blurts out something strange
Hypnotised by a discordant melody
You can't help but feel it sings in harmony
All the notes seem wrong but that's part of the scheme
Overwhelmed by knowing that it's meant to be
Oscillating in hypnosis
Lights fireworks in the brain
Sparkler made of consciousness
To know but not to name
Love
Hypnotised by a discordant melody
You can't help but feel it sings in harmony
All the notes are wrong but that's part of the scheme
Holds my memory
I think I sense an antidote
There's a pylon in the sky
Hypnotised by a discordant melody
Breathing life into the world inside of me
And to tell us where and what we need to heal
You can't tell me that it isn't meant to be
What's in the hermit's coffee
It must be drugs
What's in the hermit's coffee
It must be love
What's in the hermit's coffee
The hermit's coffee
The hermit's coffee
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Writing the words off the page
Feeling what's in your veins
Osmosis says the inks been dry for days
In the corner the jukebox plays
It blurts out something strange
Hypnotised by a discordant melody
You can't help but feel it sings in harmony
All the notes seem wrong but that's part of the scheme
Overwhelmed by knowing that it's meant to be
Oscillating in hypnosis
Lights fireworks in the brain
Sparkler made of consciousness
To know but not to name
Love
Hypnotised by a discordant melody
You can't help but feel it sings in harmony
All the notes are wrong but that's part of the scheme
Holds my memory
I think I sense an antidote
There's a pylon in the sky
Hypnotised by a discordant melody
Breathing life into the world inside of me
And to tell us where and what we need to heal
You can't tell me that it isn't meant to be
What's in the hermit's coffee
It must be drugs
What's in the hermit's coffee
It must be love
What's in the hermit's coffee
The hermit's coffee
The hermit's coffee
