"Tell me why you came here, Squatting round a Game-Gear like Sega never died. We met inside a war zone, you said ""let's fuck the Ozone"" but boy, that hole's too wide. You goosestep round the garden singing ""Sap I bleed is hardening, no tree can break My stoic stride, I'm as giddy as a baby in a centrifuge, it's hard"" And we can argue that our planet's best, Don't ring your brother cos there's no contest I'm sure you'll make a decent father There's a world war coming in Oh the seasons I've been worrying You drown a fly and murmur, ""The Vatican was firmer, when I was back in school And we use spray-tan in the trenches now, The problem with the French is how they won't admit they're fools And you never tell me anything, You never tell me anything, I can't remember dates and times And I'm sorry for the years I was a shipwreck boy it's hard"" I want to tell you that it means so much. I want to tell you that it means so much. I'm sure you'll make a decent father There's a world war coming in Oh the years that I've been worrying Oh, I'd rather dash myself upon the rocks, Than see you waste away your days with clocks In every corner of your parent's home And there's no world war coming in, All the reasons I've been worrying, Just forget the parts you'll never need, All these things I'll tell you when you wake up. Make a child, a child, a forest Make a child, make a child, make a forest
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