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    Housewife Radio by GUMI [English]

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    Stitch, sew, cut, pull
    Stitch, sew, cut, and pull
    Stitch, sew, cut, pull
    Stitch, sew, cut, and pull
    Stitch, sew, cut, pull
    Stitch, sew, I tried
    Stitch, sew, I'm alive
    
                          
    Hah hah
    Hah hah
    Hah hah
    Hah hah
    
                          
    Eighty degrees, hemmed by reveries
    Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
    Off grain fabric tells a different tale
    Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
    
                          
    Seven am, is when the station plays it's sounds, 
    Listening to the speakers, the patterns pin into place
    Scissors separate the yellow from the white
    Good morning, small town listeners
    
                          
    Thimbles coat my fingers
    Fed 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 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
    
                          
    Seven am, is when the station plays it's sounds, 
    Listening to the speakers, the patterns fall into place
    Unmistakably, he'll return alive
    His colors ought to show again
    
                          
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in
    
                          
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, the radio only plays in
    Black and white, black and white, black and white, black and white
    Blue and green and yellow and red, 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 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
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