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Texty

If there were not something so loud and clear If there were not something so loud and clear It would have been bought and sold It would have been If there were not something so loud and clear If there were not something so loud and clear It would have been bought and sold It would have been We travel the space ways And doom the space of men And doom the space we're in And doom the space there is We travel the space ways And doom the space of men And doom the space we're in And doom the space there is We travel the space ways And doom the space of men And doom the space we're in And doom the space there is We travel the space ways And doom the space of men And doom the space we're in And doom the space there is It's come to my attention As a matter of fact That in the face of the days Sometimes I don't know how to act Neck so tense you could pull a wing with it Eyes so raw you could see nothing in 'em Dead negligent fours right out of his air holes Caught with his one white lung And his wing and his whole city Cut for a scope just like playa Called a dollar in old Oakland Phone bill cost unreplicated gone half heart Corinthian column taught with my raw arm Caught left, caught right Bill to the occupation Like Bam None of my my Lord and my pay rent to decide And ban me And my none with exaggerated arms never the neck Hong Chong open to me Cold
Writer(s): Stanley Damerell, Robert Hargreaves, Tolchard Evans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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