Test, testing, testing
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This, hmmm, Grace is my name
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And and I was...hm...
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It was that phot... a fading photograph of
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A patch, a patchwork quilt.
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And they've put me on these
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Ramona put me on these interest drugs
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So I'm thinking bit too fast like a brain hatch
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And ah they won't let me see anybody
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If I want to sometimes and I ask
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I can hear some pop...popular musics
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And aftershocks. (SNEEZE)
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See I've been watching a television of um... in
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the homelands
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That's the new homelands and um that's all I can remember
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And now they just want me to be quiet
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And I think something is going to be horrid.
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Segue - Baby Grace [ A Horrid Cassette]
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| David Bowie |
