This is the sound of the fan that makes the air turn sour.
I was waiting and I thought you were waiting, but the fan kept turning.
The fan blew the sour air on me and I felt it come all the way across states.
No time to breathe.
Just listen to that buzz, hum, whir...you ever?
Click it off, shut it down.
I am ready for a new breadth and a new sound.
Click it off, shut it down.
I am throwing out the sour.
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