Roughtly sung demo. Wrote this last night. Made the lyrics up in five minutes, so it's a good guide to the things in my brain. The terrible things in my brain.
Laika the first dog in space is now living on the moon
She was my dream dog, but darling don't come home too soon
You can't see the stars now the street lights are all far too bright
I live in London , the days all merge into night
Can't draw for toffee so I make crop circles instead
I stomp around the fields until it's time to go to bed
I'm not so sure that this is a fine use of my spare time
But I'd debunk UFOs just as long as you're at my side
I walked to Hackney to check if it was still there
I went to Greggs and asked if I could buy all their wares
But all the sausage rolls in the world aren't as good as your face
Sometimes the world makes sense and then wham you're all out of place
Like the first dog in space
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