Vārdi: Willy Mason. Where the Humans Eat. Letter #1.
I like to sleep
'Cause when I sleep
I dream of places I would be
If I weren?t here right now
Like underground
Hearing the sound that humans make
When they have things
That they cannot talk about
So they blow horns
In little clubs
With wine and cigarettes
That serve to hide the dirty forks
'Cause when I sleep
I dream of places I would be
If I weren?t here right now
Like underground
Hearing the sound that humans make
When they have things
That they cannot talk about
So they blow horns
In little clubs
With wine and cigarettes
That serve to hide the dirty forks
Where the Humans Eat
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