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Cat Caught

from Tower by Leonardo's Robot

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A bitta comfort here, a bitta cold relief,
Hangin’ static in a holding pattern handed down.
I recognise the play, I recognise the scene,
Playin’ pilot with our feet six inches underground.
And if I—, and if I—
I couldn’t tell ya.
And if I—, and if I—
Could only cut cut cut cut it out.

And I reckon I, reckon I could make it out.
And I reckon I, reckon I could never make it out.

And your ribs crack
When you come up breathing
With a red eye
And a head full of shot.
And I dug up
And I hung there swinging
Like a cat caught stealing from the fisherman.

And I—, and I—
I couldn’t tell ya.
And I—, and I—
Cannot cut cut cut cut it out


And I reckon I, reckon I could make it out.
And I reckon I, reckon I could never make it out.
And I reckon I, reckon I could make it out.
Luck and all, I reckon I will never make it out.
And I reckon I, reckon I could make it out.
Cat caught, I reckon I will never make it out.

(A bitta comfort here, a bitta cold relief,
Holdin’ static in a holding pattern handed down
I recognise the play, I recognise the scene,
Playin’ pilot with our feet six inches underground.
Ain’t no inside out, ain’t no outside in,
Start digging if you ever wanna make it out.
A bitta comfort here, a bitta cold relief—)

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from Tower, released July 22, 2022

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