Текст песни: Blur. The Great Escape. He Thought Of Cars.

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Moscow's still red
The young man's dead
Gone to heaven instead
The evening news
Says he was confused

The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
They've come to save us
The space invaders are here

He thought of cars
And where
Where to drive them
Who to drive them with
There
There was no-one
No-one

There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go
Up into the blue
But there's a ten year queue

Columbia is in top gear
It shouldn't snow this time of year
America's shot
She's gone and done the lot

He thought of planes
And where
Where to fly to
And who to fly there with
And there
There was no-one
No-one