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Six Feet Under Within A Room Somewhere

your brother, not your mother, yeah The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m., Crept through the gap in your curtains, Caressed your bare feet

your brother, not your mother, yeah The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m., Crept through the gap in your curtains, Caressed your bare feet