An earlier version of "Phantasthma" by Ariel Pink.
Old friend on the phone
He bids you well on your subscriptions
Lesson learned, forgot who called
Remove the voice that cuts the air
And while sister brews the tea
You think i wish she knew the real me
Apologize for words
He gave you a turn to hurt her
Let him beat you down again
One final conquest to convey
And with emotions made of clay
For hearts cannot proclaim
Sitting in the park
Greeting the dawn
You tell all your stories
Checkout time, the concrete grass
I knew that you'd win
You're mine again
And what a fantastic morning
What a fantastic morning
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