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Making Dens - Mystery Jets
I have a plane,

One of the few

With roundels on it＇s wings.

Lullaby for me and for you,

When it flys high it sings

Rock me to sleep

With que sara,

Dear monde do you suppose?

As I feel my eyelids close,

The otherside is not so far.

I dug a hole

Under the ground

And made myself a den.

It＇s there that I can be found,

Not if you return but when.

＇Theres a place

A place called Hell,

Spend some time there,

In the dark I cast a spell

To bury all,

All of my fears.

Oh D... (?)
Oh D...

Oh D...

I would but I couldn＇t spell your name.

Once I fell from a great height,

＇Are you ready? I＇ve come for you＇
A voice spoke from the graveyard (?)
＇Not yet＇ I said,

some ＇things Got to do.＇
And all this time I＇ve been making dens,

And I＇m still making them now.

And I know, I know

I can never make ammends,

But I＇ve got to reach you somehow.

I can tie my laces (Ohh Oh)

On my own shoes and I can (Ohh Oh)

Count up to to thirty too.

Oh D...

Oh D...

Oh D...

I would but I couldn＇t spell your name.

Isorry＇m
There so are few words

...
I waited

A long time

And I never, never came back.

I see you often

everyday In places

I want to...

But I can＇t find the words.

But I can＇t find the words.

And I can＇t find the words

Oh I can＇t find the words.

And I can＇t find the words.

And I can＇t find the words.

They won＇t come.

(La la la la la)