Animal Farm
by PNDC and Housework

September won’t survive
It’s pretty head won’t be kept alive
Mine will rest against the door
Won’t be near you anymore

1000 am a place I never cared to visit again
caught in a trap I just keep droning on and on

well, all things grow
maybe blossom or they plass
and in this shot
we’re an animal farm…

so don’t ever break it down gently
we’re endless touch and go
sometimes I think, sometimes it means nothing at all
it really means nothing at all
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Lyrics submitted by predrag.