Woorden: Bjork. The Comet Song.

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With our fingers we make million holes,we run and we fall into pot holes,on a mission to savor the world oooh
We peek at the sky through tree holes

Comet oh damn it
The comet comes hurtling down on a precious plot of earth.

Like the bugs in mother's flower bed,
We walk on long legs over the sea bed.
On our mission to save the world
whoaaa oooh
We need milk and cake and a warm bed.

Comet oh damn it
The comet comes hurtling down on a precious plot of earth.

Grey leaves are too much for any mother to handle,a father must pull his black hat down over the eyes.

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