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Concrete Corners
I wake up rosy to a
Grey early morning, I like
Deserted spaces with the
Concrete corners and I hear
Ooh, ooh, oooh...
And I hear
Ooh, ooh, oooh...
The sky has power it makes
Fields electric, White noise,
Orchestrated, I lay deliriated and I
I wake up rosy to a
Grey early morning, I like
Deserted spaces with the
Concrete corners
And I march, to the beat, of my own drummer
I'm losing interest in my current situation, I want
To break the ceiling, you can,
Bring home the bacon
And I hear..
Ooh, ooh, oooh...
And I hear
Ooh, ooh, oooh...
I got this feeling like I
Am separated
My head, is in the kitchen,
My body's in a basement somewhere
I'm losing interest in my current situation, I want
To break the ceiling, you can
Bring home the bacon
And I march, to the beat of my own drummer
In the wild in the wild in the wild..
In the heat in the heat in the heat..
It was there, it was there, it was there,
Unreal, unreal, unreal..
I march to the beat of my very own drummer
I march to the beat of my very own drummer….
Oooh….
I wake up rosy to a
Grey early morning I like
Deserted spaced with the
Concrete Corners.
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