Nhạc sĩ: Julian Cope
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The GirlOh, take me to the moonIt's safe and I want to lie downOh, take me to your heartThere must be a soft spot somewhereI'd like some of thisI've been waiting so longWaiting for the crucial threeWondering what went wrongI stormed out of the culture bunkerFinger of the PindyI like my grin highOh, take me to the moonBlack underneath with a burning seat by youOh, I feel cold when it turns to goldI feel cold when it turns to gold for youMy mind is in my tongueYou hear the doodle by the stormThey all make me feel so goodThey all make a noiseFinally they crash to the groundOh, so many timesSilly things, why don't they learn?Don't expect us to tell youIt's fine to see you burnI stormed out of the culture bunkerFinger of the PindyFinger of the PindyI stormed out of the culture bunkerFinger of the PindyI like my grin highOh, take me to the moonI love my grin highFinger of the PindyI like my grin highFinger of the PindyFinger of the PindyFinger of the PindyFinger of the PindyOh, I like my grin highThank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.