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Lay Of The Land (Rough Mix)
The Fall
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On the bus here some will stare
By the television some pretend to learn
Where's the lay of the land, my son?
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Where's the lay of the land, my son?
What's the lay of the land, my son?
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So the last Breton on the street
He said the radio stars has never been
No longer reflects our damp face
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We'll leave this city in a quick coach
Finger town of Surrey there's nobody here
But crooks and then curtain drawers
Of the woodsy hawker
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Where's the lay of the land, my son?
What's the lay of the land, my son?
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Eldritch house of green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tide was trapped from its roof
Home secretary has a weird look
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Where's the lay of the land, my son?
What's the lay of the land, my son?
There's a book of John surrounds his song
Sound of ordinary hits the waves
Atomic scramble on the horizon
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The sound of culture in the fire stew
Space cause for a month disorder
In his bark of cowrie drink
Where's the lay of the land?
Children cycle on cars
He begins to live by bearded writers
He breaks into higher realms
Advertising realms
Where's the lay of the land, my son?
What's the lay of the land, my son?
I say people people fighting
People watching those cold pristine
Coaches halted by pastel Venus
Take a check out of the mind
Mind that walks on the world
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