All we ever wanted was everything All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly Sandwich bars, and barbed wire Squash every week into a day The sound of drums is calling The sound of the drum has called Flash of youth shoot out of darkness Factorytown Oh to be the cream repeat
[00:51.21]All we ever wanted was everything [00:59.46]All we ever got was cold [01:06.27]Get up, eat jelly [01:10.53]Sandwich bars, and barbed wire [01:14.49]Squash every week into a day [01:57.36]The sound of drums is calling [02:05.70]The sound of the drum has called [02:06.60]Flash of youth shoot out of darkness [02:15.06]Factorytown [02:15.33]Oh to be the cream repeat
All we ever wanted was everything All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly Sandwich bars, and barbed wire Squash every week into a day The sound of drums is calling The sound of the drum has called Flash of youth shoot out of darkness Factorytown Oh to be the cream repeat
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