We've been here so long...
Still I remember the rainy September,
contact.
Two, four, one, ten.
Two four, one, ten.
Am I transmitting?
Is anyone listening?
Contact.
We, are green and grey...
The longness of semper, still I remember,
contact.
Two, four, one, ten.
Two, four, one, ten.
Am I still willing, to foot all this billing?
Contact.
Riding on shiny metal horses,
singing a rider's song,
one of us will be forgotten,
the other'll be wrong...
Two, four, one, ten.
Two, four, one, ten.
Am I transmitting?
Is anyone listening?
Contact.
When I think of you,
your name's in the sky,
ninety feet high,
contact.
Riding on our shiny metal horses,
singing a rider's song,
one of us will be forgotten,
the other will be wrong...
Riding on our shiny metal horses,
singing a rider's song,
one of us will be forgotten,
the other will be wrong...
Oh... two, four, one, ten.
Two, four, one ten.
Am I still willing, to foot all this billing?
Contact.

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