Courtney Barnett — Mantis
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Just got back today
And I'm searching round the place
Looking for you-know-who
But there's no sign yet
Singing, auto-pilot days
Shining, ultra-violet rays
On this dusty skeleton
I feel akin on a cosmic level
I can see right through ya
Yeah, I can read your bones
Just like a telephone book
Maybe I should
Give it up, begin again
I am exercising how good it feels to be alive and
No surprises up my sleeve
Everything is temporary
Ooh, praying mantis on my door
Looking for meaning or just any sign at all
Ooh, organizing all my thoughts
Making them rhyme, choosing wisely where I spend my time
Gimme midnight love again
Feeling somewhat alien
I'm floating aimless but got my feet
Concreted beneath this creature of habit
Teach me the magic of an extra ordinary day, anodyne the time away
And there's no such thing as a perfect melody
But I keep searching every morning in the trees
Ooh, praying mantis on my door
Looking for meaning or just any sign at all
Ooh, organizing all my thoughts
Making them rhyme, choosing wisely where I spend my time
I got my head sorted sort of
I keep going, just because, yeah, just because
I got my head sorted sort of
I keep going, just because, yeah, just because
And I'm searching round the place
Looking for you-know-who
But there's no sign yet
Singing, auto-pilot days
Shining, ultra-violet rays
On this dusty skeleton
I feel akin on a cosmic level
I can see right through ya
Yeah, I can read your bones
Just like a telephone book
Maybe I should
Give it up, begin again
I am exercising how good it feels to be alive and
No surprises up my sleeve
Everything is temporary
Ooh, praying mantis on my door
Looking for meaning or just any sign at all
Ooh, organizing all my thoughts
Making them rhyme, choosing wisely where I spend my time
Gimme midnight love again
Feeling somewhat alien
I'm floating aimless but got my feet
Concreted beneath this creature of habit
Teach me the magic of an extra ordinary day, anodyne the time away
And there's no such thing as a perfect melody
But I keep searching every morning in the trees
Ooh, praying mantis on my door
Looking for meaning or just any sign at all
Ooh, organizing all my thoughts
Making them rhyme, choosing wisely where I spend my time
I got my head sorted sort of
I keep going, just because, yeah, just because
I got my head sorted sort of
I keep going, just because, yeah, just because
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