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- Mystery Jets Making Dens 歌词
- Mystery Jets
- Making Dens - Mystery Jets
I have a plane
One of the few
With roundels on it＇s wings
Lullaby for me and for you
When it flys high it sings
Rock me to sleep
With que sara
Dear monde do you suppose
As I feel my eyelids close
The otherside is not so far
I dug a hole
Under the ground
And made myself a den
It＇s there that I can be found
Not if you return but when
There＇s a place
A place called Hell
Spend some time there
In the dark I cast a spell
To bury all
All of my fears
Oh D ( )
Oh D
Oh D
I would but I couldn＇t spell your name
Once I fell from a great height
A voice spoke from the graveyard ( )
＇Not yet＇ I said
And all this time I＇ve been making dens
And I＇m still making them now
And I know I know
I can never make ammends
But I＇ve got to reach you somehow
I can tie my laces (Ohh Oh)
On my own shoes and I can (Ohh Oh)
Count up to to thirty too
Oh D
Oh D
Oh D
I would but I couldn＇t spell your name
There are so few words
I waited
A long time
And I never never came back
I see you often
In everyday places
I want to
And I can＇t find the words
Oh I can＇t find the words
And I can＇t find the words
They won＇t come
(La la la la la)
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