Black coffee
Black coffee
Are you waiting are you?
Please take all this from me
Are you waiting? Are you waiting are you?
I give you bags for free
Somewhere way out in the solar system
A father is skype calling his son
And he's pretending to shoot a gun
Bang! Bang!
And then amid the mist
He asks if she is ok
And England is surrounded
In this quiet pale blue sky
That imbues everything
With a sense of calm at least
Bang! Bang! He says
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