- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
Dust
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Our Alien Millenium
We gather in the mud to get our allowance Sometimes we just don't mind about the wicked shades of our goals Drowning our eyes in the lens of a camera And scanning the objects with our voices tired to work
The letter you wrote me hasn't arrived yet So I'm pledging my brains to the pages of a scary dada poem Your favourite shirt of mine left in the launderette It won't be worn the day of your return You know I poured on a carpet All your fears And tried to keep some certainty for all our years
Our alien millenium..a thousand terms Our alien millenium..we're sorting out a thousand terms
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