Yeah you, you’re like a Russian doll in Rome
There’s no need to call it home
When you’re saddled with your own
‘Cos we’re, hanging off the words you say
Falling down in strict array
‘Til they all just wash away
But I’ll still spin in the ground with you
I’ll spit at the howling moon
Still sit in the fire with you
Yeah I’ll still spin in the ground with you
Still omit the grand review
Some days, you’ll see ships that pass at night
Put your blindfold on in light
Crossing over black and white
When you, when you've swallowed up the sun
And your west has been re-won
Will you be the one to run
But I’ll still spin in the ground with you
I’ll spit at the howling moon
Still sit in the fire with you
Yeah I’ll still spin in the ground with you
Still omit the grand review
Just want you for myself
Take you in for myself
Keep you all to myself
But I’ll still spin in the ground with you
I’ll spit at the howling moon
Still sit in the fire with you
Yeah I’ll still spin in the ground with you
Still omit the grand review
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