Matt Olsson - Better (Hangar No. 9 Pt. 1) | Текст песни

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine cold metal doors. The distinct smell of mildew. Smaller door left open, the distinct feeling somebody's watching.

And I know better than this.

One small biplane, Russian made, fuel's just been topped off. Could she be the cargo, could she be captured by Russians?

I must act quickly. I shouldn't be around here. I shouldn't be found here. I cut the fuel line, and then I hear footsteps behind me.

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