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The World His Dog
UFO
Windows are closing, you smell the track
Traffic is heavy
Up riding the rack
Bodies are buried, freeways and wells
Boneyards with vistas
Gateways to hell
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line
Where no angels tread
Soldiers are gathering, not missing a beat
A poetry reading, while reaping the wheat
Out looking for venus
Shes black marble on ice
Cut to precision
Weighted like dice
When its all over, youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont
The world and his dog, wont care if you dont
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When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
Maybe youll make it, maybe you wont
The world and his dog wont care if you dont
When its all over,
Youll frown and fret
Way down the line, where no angels tread
(instrumental over and out!)
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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