Lyrics:
she'll never make this flight
Said the captain, damn the cargo, we'll be on our way tonight
Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she backed up from the mast
the town, you know how the tour goes
Day off like Ferris, then we on a train to Paris
Eating steaks by The Eiffel while we facetiming our parents
These
Because I could see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our clothes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sittin' on the grass layin' side by
grabs me by the shoulders
We're holding on
I remember the time we were on our first tour
We were out in Texas
Even as we get older
We can do it
the luggage costs
Leave them bags, with all my stuff
Cuz the gates closing, then we're stuck
Alone in France with, no phone card
And Soon the pilot, will take
The coldest winter in memory was 1709
The sea froze off the coast of France all along the Neptune line
By the lost town of Dunwich the shore was
were wet,
The Prussian Major gaily laughed, and lit a cigarette.
But mid the white-faced villagers who cowered in horror by,
Was one who saw
They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
as a crucible, getting dressed in a suit
Live's still unsuitable
I'm working way harder outside while the weather is getting even hotter
Yet for some reason while
can see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You
hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the countryside
Sitting on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let
And know that you my baby boo
Let's take a chance, Go to France
On a 3 day cruse
Walk with your man in the sand like ooh,
It's our little rondez-vous
able to ask many of the questions you all submitted last week
Please, take a listen
Were you the one who founded 4TC
Be honest, who really wrote
time of trouble, wisdom in time of uncertainty, and sharing in time of happiness. He was always by our side.
Love is not an easy feeling to put into
it out into the milky way
Before it's too late?
Environmental order is what we're calling for, even if you hate the terms
We need our land usage tiny
of a human
Get played by a computer
Bow down or execution
It's endgame or revolution
If we're really living in matrix
Then every fibre of beings simulated
to bring business up during a social occasion
But I wanted you to know we're in the process of giving out some very sizable
Commissions
Link by link
hoping
One day that we'll find a way home that we'll
Find our way home
Hey sis remember that big old circus tent rave party back in Berlin?
Oh I lost my
three
Were you inside the portrait gallery
From ten o'clock to ten o' four
Was when we did the show encore
Hmm, Frog we've got our doubts
Can you
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
Within striking distance from Ground Zero sits a smoldering international cauldron
The United "Abominations" as it were
Forged to prevent wars
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
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