Dr Wha - by
Wha’s jist a thoctie in anither’s heid?
Wha’s Doctor Wha? Wha better kens nor s^he?
Wha’s jist a thoctie in anither’s heid?
Wha’s Doctor Wha? Wha better kens nor s^he?
Wha’s Doctor Wha?
Imagine that you are trying to balance on the surface of an expanding balloon.
Whenever neon trickles down
/ to meet a city drain,
/ I think of you on some wet roof,
/ a cobbled son of men –…
What if we could make clones of ourselves?
/ You wouldn’t have to go to school
/ You could just send your clone
/ All you’d…
– We come in peace from the third planet.
/ Would you take us to your leader?
/
/ – Bawr stretter! Bawr. Bawr.
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