Текст песни Gang Of Four - Of The Instant
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Who owns what you do? Who owns what you use? This land is your landThis land is my landRight now to touch flesh is realLet us think only of the instantThere was something that I cant rememberDid you say "ive had enough"? We are in a happy stateIt all comes to those who waitWhile others plot the fate of nationsWe spent the afternoons in an embraceSomehow, you cant block it outThe bitter taste of interferenceWe still try to construct the differenceThe space between a word and its senseWe, it seems, can own ourselvesIn imaginationThen you say, we make our own worldNot everyone takes what they are givenIf we believe what we are sayingWe have the chance to include ourselves outWho owns what you do? Who owns what you use? Then you say, we make our own worldNot everyone takes what they are givenThere was something that I cant rememberDid you say "ive had enough"? There was something that I cant rememberWe have the chance to include ourselves out