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I want my records back And that motorcycle gas tank That i, spraypainted black The owls have been talking to me But i'm sworn to secrecy
I woke up in A burnt out basement Sleeping with Metal hands In a spirit ditch
The moon it will rise with such Horse laughter It's dragging pianos to the ocean If i had a home You'd know it'd be In a slide trombone
I woke up in A burnt out basement Sleeping with Metal hands In a spirit ditch
(mum on answerphone interlude)
I woke up in A burnt out basement Sleeping with Metal hands In a spirit ditch
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