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