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A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger - of Montreal
I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
While trying to restructure my character
Because it had become vile to its creator
And through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high times to come again
I can’t say this is one of my most favorite songs from of Montreal, but these lyrics kill me every time
