
Psalmix
Duration
0:00
Genre
indie-pop
Quality
Hi-Fi
[Verse]
Your table sits two feet from mine,
eight months of stealing my crowd,
you call my prices a crime,
and say it a little too loud.
Today my stomach's turning wrong,
I leave the crates half-packed,
gone twenty minutes, maybe long,
Lyrics for "Same Table, Same Old Saturday" by Psalmix • Values-aligned content
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