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letra de this grounds town - tim smith

he’s in his room, hasn’t said a word
something’s happened to this ground’s town
never saw him anymore ’till i heard
him (in his room) fall down
there’s people crying in their gardens
it’s all backfired, everything’s gone brown
someone’s playing santa claus
and on all fours (rover-like)
doggy calm down

falling down under the influence of
love and passion
nearly blessed my hide operation
in the ground of nature
now…
…something’s k!lling me, can’t find a cure
give it up, choosing my own fate
my time is giving up
time living up to the height of my empire state
then there’s the wooden ones crying all the time
they got the worms, their father’s died
and they all tasted just like chocolate
pigs and sheep-chickens taste just like someone died

turning new leaves, nothing’s wrong wormwise
everything’s wise, nothing’s wrong
they’ve got a new song
and falling down under the influence of
love and passion
nearly blessed my hide operation
in the ground of nature

now…
everyone makes mistakes
take a pill if you’re ill after every meal
then have loads of babies and feed them to
show them how you can feel
then there’s the wooden ones
cry all the time (they got the worms)
morning wrigglies!
i see you turned over new leaves
but nothing wrong wormwise
(they got a new song)
and it goes…

“we dream all night we are awake
we chomp on wood, we’re worm (not snake)
we make the tiny wood ones cry
the pain is hard, they want to die
they pain
we go away
goodbye.”
“goodbye” everyone smiles
(we drift for miles)
they cry, wooden ones crying all the time
they got the worms
morning wrigglies! i see you’ve
turned over new leaves
(and i like your new song)

falling down under the influence of
love and passion
nearly blessed my hide operation
in the ground of nature
now…

he’s in his room, hasn’t said a word
something’s happened to this ground’s town
never saw him anymore ’till i heard
him (in his room) fall down

“we dream all night we are awake
we chomp on wood, we’re worm (not snake)
we make the tiny wood ones cry
the pain is hard, they want to die
they pain
we go away
goodbye.”
“…pain is hard, they want to die
they pain
we go away
goodbye.”

“…pain is hard, they want to die
they pain
we go away
goodbye.”

“goodbye” everyone smiles
(we drift for miles)
travel quite far if we go by car
clean and happy as most of us are

- tim smith

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