Thursday

Thursday - !1100 lyrics

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 We'll all look the same someday 

And even now the robot starts to think 

I wonder what it dreams 

The Tide is high on Fourtheeth Street 

The rain comes in to clear the heat 

The way in is the same way out 

the way up is the same way down 

Now there is no safe way down

                      
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Language: English

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