The kettle's on, the sun has gone
another day
She offers me
Davey, oh Davey
With seashells on our ears
We spun a web
Far across the ocean
In the land of look and
One of those days in England that you said could
The earth is possessed
By the curse of the west
Who devour
Newpaper
I get up and I walk across the roomI get
Lonely facesEmpty spacesHiding placesNowhere to beGrowing skylinesSpreading stre
(after Laurence Binyon)They shall not grow old, as we are
I. Burn the World II. Change It III. The
I am the lightI am the wayYou see me nightI
Twenty years of rock and rollUp and down the greasy
Oh Cora, oh CoraI never knew your headCora for that
He woke up in a crashing dinHalf in a dream
Gonna paint my room like a desert islandWith yellow sand
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