They came down from Wyoming. They came down
Isn't that the saddest thing you ever heard
Why are their arms so long? Why are their arms so long
Is that so you can throw them around love
Amid the boundaries of this galaxy, navigation is so effortless
Recycled bicycle sparks replace the stars and the wishes of so many get let down
Where'd they get that sense of humour? Where'd they get that sense of humour
There hasn't been laughter in this town all year
Downstairs on the second shelf. Downstairs on the second shelf
You'll see the photographs just gathering dust
Amid the boundaries of this galaxy, navigation is so effortless
Recycled bicycle sparks replace the stars and the wishes of so many get let down
Flecton Big Sky - After All Your Planet Did Lyrics
Flecton Big Sky - After All Your Planet Did Lyrics
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They came down from Wyoming. They came down
Isn't that the saddest thing you ever heard
Why are their arms so long? Why are their arms so long
Is that so you can throw them around love
Amid the boundaries of this galaxy, navigation is so effortless
Recycled bicycle sparks replace the stars and the wishes of so many get let down
Where'd they get that sense of humour? Where'd they get that sense of humour
There hasn't been laughter in this town all year
Downstairs on the second shelf. Downstairs on the second shelf
You'll see the photographs just gathering dust
Amid the boundaries of this galaxy, navigation is so effortless
Recycled bicycle sparks replace the stars and the wishes of so many get let down
Isn't that the saddest thing you ever heard
Why are their arms so long? Why are their arms so long
Is that so you can throw them around love
Amid the boundaries of this galaxy, navigation is so effortless
Recycled bicycle sparks replace the stars and the wishes of so many get let down
Where'd they get that sense of humour? Where'd they get that sense of humour
There hasn't been laughter in this town all year
Downstairs on the second shelf. Downstairs on the second shelf
You'll see the photographs just gathering dust
Amid the boundaries of this galaxy, navigation is so effortless
Recycled bicycle sparks replace the stars and the wishes of so many get let down
Writer: Miche Jetté
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