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Feed The Enemy

  post-punk  new wave  punk  british  post punk
797 3 часа назад

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Its always raining over the borderTheres been a plane crash out thereIn the wheatfieldsTheyre picking up the piecesWe could go and lookAnd stareHow many friends have we over there ? The border guards fight unconvincinglyWhatever we doIt seems things are arrangedWe always have to feed the enemyYou could dance for meAnd punch me throughDance for meWe watched them trash thee last cameraGlued to all our tvsThe actors on the replayTrying again to touch you and meBut they always seem to knowExactly what theyre talking aboutNow theyve got you in a cornerYouve got no room to moveYouve got no room for doubtThats exactly what theyre talking aboutNow theyre got you in a cornerNo room to moveNo room for doubt

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