Test, testing, testing
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This, hmmm, Grace is my name
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And and I was...um...
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It was that phot... a fading photograph of a patch..., a patchwork quilt.
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And they've put me on these...
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Ramona put me on
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these interest drugs
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So I'm thinking very too 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 still hear some pop...popular musics and aftershocks. (Ahhh-choo)
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See I've been watching a television of um...
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in 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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Baby Grace (A Horrid Cassette)
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| David Bowie |
