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Radiohead - Phillipa Chicken

I got wings, I got arms, I got shrinks
I got bombs, I got guns, I got brains
So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, I got bombs, I got brains
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you

Take me up to a warmer place
I got eggs, I got feathers, I got brains
And there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, I got bombs, I got brains
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
For you, for you
Or you

I got brains, I got feathers, I got hands
I got friends, I got ammo, I got plans
So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, I got arms, I got plans
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fly for you
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