LYRIC

In Gingham we went walking, out in the undertow.
We had to stick together, we never have to now.
She swims through the walls
Silver on the forks and knives, of course you are all underneath her all the time.
Grows close before the shots are fired, it doesn't pay to see.
Innocent all in a row, all in a row are we.
She swims through the walls
Silver on the forks and knives, of course you are all underneath her all the time.
Of course, you are all underneath her all the time.
We had to stick together, we never have to now.
Of course, we are all underneath her all the time.

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