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Текст (слова) песни: Modest Mouse - 3rd Planet

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart, Ive got
this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
My boss just quit the job says hes goin?out to find blind
spots and hell do it
The 3rd Planet is sure that theyre being watched by an
eye in the sky that cant be stopped
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
eyes hand
Your heart felt good it was drippin?pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass beneath
Outside naked, shiverin?looking blue, from the cold
sunlight thats reflected off the moon
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
to be three and not just two
And thats how the world began
And thats how the world will end
A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
water, didnt know then was it a son was it a daughter
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and
another had been found another ocean on the planet
given that our blood is just like the Atlantic
And how
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
straight long enough youll end up where you were

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Bankrupt On Selling
Beach Side Property
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Blame It on the Tetons
Breakthrough
Bukowski
Bury Me with It
Convenient Parking
Cowboy Dan
Custom Concern
Dance Hall
Dark Center Of The Universe
Dig Your Grave
Dog Paddle
Dramamine
Exit Does Not Exist
Float On
Gravity Rides Everything
Head South
Heart Cooks Brain
I Came As A Rat
Jesus Christ Was An Only Child
Life Like Weeds
Lives
Long Distance Drunk
Lounge
Lounge (Closing Time)
Make Everyone Happy/Mechanical Birds
Might
Novocain Stain
Ocean Breathes Salty
Ohio
One Chance
Out Of Gas
Paper Thin Walls
Perfect Disguise
Polar Opposites
Satin in a Coffin
She Ionizes & Atomizes
Shit Luck
Space Travel Is Boring
Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset
The Cold Part
The Good Times Are Killing Me
The Stars Are Projectors
The View
The World at Large
Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes
Trailer Trash
Truckers Atlas
Tundra/Desert
What People Are Made Of
Wild Packs Of Family Dogs