Brian EnoHere Come The Warm Jets

[...Inaudible...] [Further] we make claims on [our teas] [Dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to be Nowhere to be Nowhere to be [Father stains], we're all on our knees Down on our words and we've nothing to be Nothing to be Nothing to be Further down we're all on our [sails] [Paid to upheed] though we've nothing these days Nothing these days Nothing these days [Further still, their stall in a daze] We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say Nothing to say Nothing to say...
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