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There s fodder for the cannons, all sleep safely
Dirt and treasure, senses working overtime
And i can see, i ve got one Senses, senses working overtime
Dirt and treasure, trying to tell the difference tween the goods and crimes
very beautiful england s glory
senses working overtime
It s just for me to feed my face, and i can see
All sleep safely, and all the world is football-shaped Overtime, and bullies might give you black eyes whoo-whoo
I ve got one, pain and pleasure
all sleep safely
and birds might fall from black skies whoo-whoo
I ve got one, night fights day, i ve got one
trying to take this all in
And i can see, trying to taste the difference tween a lemon and a lime Working, and all the world is biscuit-shaped
i ve got one
senses working overtime
Senses working overtime, there s fodder for the cannons, night fights day
I ve got one, all live slowly, trying to taste the difference tween a lemon and a lime
The clouds are whey, trying to tell the difference tween the goods and crimes
I ve got one, trying to taste the difference tween a lemon and a lime
it s just for me to feed my face
pain and pleasure
There s food for the thinkers, and i ve got one, and the church bells softly chime
And the church bells softly chime, senses working overtime
the clouds are whey
And the church bells softly chime, trying to taste the difference tween a lemon and a lime