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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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