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We've got to be talking about this (yeah) This has got to be public knowledge We are now getting slow, time is getting short We watch the snow and the birch trees growing old To start with photographs may have been a mistake Knee deep in anoraks and ancient birthday cakes The old toys in the shed have got to go The old toys in the shed have got to go A bag of baby clothes, a box of old dildoes Francesca's white teeth, a thousand scribbled notes That mournful clarinet that Henrik meant to play For almost thirty years until his dying day The old toys in the shed have got to go The old toys in the shed have got to go We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are now getting slow, time is getting short We watch the snow and the birch trees growing old To start with photographs may have been a mistake Knee deep in anoraks and ancient birthday cakes The old toys in the shed have got to go The old toys in the shed have got to go The old toys in the shed have got to go The old toys in the shed have got to go We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning We are Swedish Death Cleaning (We are Swedish Death Cleaning) (We are Swedish Death Cleaning) (We are Swedish Death Cleaning) (We are Swedish Death Cleaning)
Writer(s): Michael Lewis Lindsay, Samuel Jonah Genders, Martin Bradley Smith, Ashley Bates, Rebecca Jacobs, Phil Winter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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