01x08 - The Gospel According to Bobby Glass

[bunniefuu]

[tense music plays]

I am a great believer in the importance
of sartorial expression.

There's nothing wrong with conformity,
as long as you know you're conforming.

Whilst I might dress like a sheep,

there are various tell-tale signs

that betray to the esoteric eye

that I am, in fact,
a wolf... in sheep's clothing.

[chuckles]

Do you have an occasion in mind
for its unveiling?

[Stanley] I do indeed.

A new suit for a new era.

[tense music continues]

[the Gospel] His spirit is strong,

and his flesh will follow the spirit.

[tense music continues]

That's a comforting thought.

You should take comfort from it.

[tense music continues]

Now, wouldn't like to do anything
to upset you or your father.

It's a free swing, John.

[tense music continues]

♪ Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for ♪

♪ Nothing is safe, nothing is ♪

♪ Barely had to summon what was coming
It was creeping on a come up ♪

♪ Now it's right up in your face
Safe, nothing is, nothing is safe ♪

♪ Nothing is sacred ♪

♪ Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for ♪

♪ Nothing is safe, nothing is ♪

♪ Nothing is ♪

[cell phone buzzes]

Geoffrey.

[Geoff] Sorry to bother, Your Grace.
Are you expecting company?

Because I have five vehicles
in Field Barn Lane.

[Eddie] No, definitely not.

Do they look local?

No, they don't look like
our average rambler, that's for sure, sir.

Right. Stay there. I'm coming to you.

[the Gospel] "Release your fire
on all those that rise against..."

[Geoff] Been out checking
the nesting boxes and saw this lot.

- They've been there about 20 minutes.
- [Eddie] Mm.

Looks like they mean business.
Any idea who they're after?

[Eddie] That is a God-fearing,
coke-dealing crime lord from Liverpool.

None of this is good.

- [the Gospel] Amen.
- [all] Amen.

[line ringing]

Freddy, you had any contact
with Gospel John recently?

Have I had contact with Gospel...

Oh, sure. You know, we text, trade the
occasional email about wallpaper ideas.

Why the f*ck would I have any contact
with that mad bastard?

All right. Tell everyone to stay indoors.

Uh, sure. Okay. Why?
Wh-What the f*ck's going on?

When I know more,
I'll call you, all right?

[tense orchestral music plays]

We need to go to my cottage
and pick up a few things.

- Little much, isn't it, Geoffrey?
- [chuckles]

I am employed to k*ll vermin, Your Grace.

[ominous choral music plays]

Oh f*ck.

[ominous choral music continues]

[music fades]

I did a bad thing, Mama.

And the fact that man is out there
probably indicates he found out.

[Freddy] Huh.

[tense music plays]

[line ringing]

[cell phone buzzes]

Ah.

[the Gospel] Hello, Freddy.

I've come to collect a debt.

A debt that you owe me.

Now, we can do this one of two ways.

- You're coming out, or I'm coming in.
- [Freddy groans softly]

[cell phone buzzes]

- [Susie] All right, Dad? How's it going?
- Don't worry about me. What's the latest?

Just spoke to the consultant.

Jack's doing well.
He's asleep, but we're on the right path.

[Bobby] I had a chat with Eddie.
He got me thinking.

I need you over here tout de suite.
And bring the duke with ya.

- [Susie] That might be a problem.
- Why?

[Susie] Well, he sold us out,

so I sold him out.

Look, I think you should check
your news media, yeah?

I reckon you're
about 24 hours out of date.

Whatever you've done, you'd better undone.

I need His Grace, and I need him happy.

[Susie] Well, what I've done
is make a call to the Gospel.

[Bobby] f*ck me, Susie.

[Eddie] Susie, Gospel John
has just pulled up onto my estate.

Sorry about that, Eddie.
That might've been me.

[Eddie] Why the f*ck would you do that?

I had my reasons at the time.
Is he there yet?

Him and half the Christian brotherhood.

- [Susie] Hold tight. Cavalry's on its way.
- Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast.

[suspenseful music plays]

[cell phone buzzes]

Jimmy, I need you
to listen to me very carefully.

The duke's in a spot of trouble.

I'm sending some boys with a delivery.
See they get to the house.

Ooh, so sorry, John.
Uh, my brother's here. One... one... one sec.

Mr. Dixon.

You're trespassing on private property.

I just came to return your shotgun.

- Was going to present it to your brother.
- Eddie, I'm just gonna go out.

I'm going to give you five minutes

out of respect
for the heritage of your family.

Good.

[Eddie] Tammy, Mother, close the shutters.
Make sure the windows are clear.

Okay.

Enough's enough.

Guys, I love ya.

- It's been nice knowing ya.
- Freddy, Freddy!

No, this is my mess, and it is time
I finally f*cking faced up to it.

- [Tammy] I will not f*cking let you.
- [Freddy] It's okay. It's okay.

Guys, it's okay.

Because this is nothing less
than I deserve.

I am a massive piece of sh*t.

Yeah? And if those guys out there
let me live,

I'll just go right back
to being a piece of sh*t. Am I wrong?

Edward, am I wrong?

Exactly.

But it's okay.

Because this is the one time
I can do something selfless.

The one chance I have
to reclaim a shred of human dignity.

So don't take that away from me.

Don't do that.

Freddy, it's not dignity.

It is pain and v*olence and death.

Now, we love you.

And, yes,

you can be a bit of a prick.

- Big prick.
- [Eddie] Big prick.

Big, old prick.

But right now, we need you.

All right?

I need you.

- All right.
- Good.

Mother, take the staff
down to the basement now.

Yes, I'll get Charly.

Please be careful.

Tammy, close the door.
Make sure it's locked.

Three of us
against an entire f*cking crime family?

Is there a plan here, Edward?

Great, no plan.
He gives me the big speech...

Shut up! What's your plan exactly?

- Kamikaze.
- Are you gonna prostrate...

- Your Grace.
- Like a martyr?

I've got another five shotguns
and a r*fle.

[Eddie] Perfect. All right.

[suspenseful operatic music plays]

[Errol] Five minutes are nearly up, John.
Wanna get started?

Your Grace, what's the plan?

- [Eddie] Help's on its way.
- Okay.

[suspenseful operatic music continues]

This has put
a different complexion on things.

Jimmy, how do you feel about this?

Not me, boss. I'm more of a pacifist.

Fine. Cellar with Mother and the staff.

Geoffrey, upstairs with the others.
Everyone else, find positions down here.

Where's my machine g*n?

[suspenseful operatic music continues]

["Heaven Is a Place on Earth"
ringtone plays]

[the Gospel] Hello.

- f*ck it.
- [g*nsh*t]

You know why I love pigeons so much?

They symbolize the harmony
of man with nature.

Even before Noah touched dry land,

we were working together, man and bird.

Have you ever heard of, uh, Cher Ami?

Well, the last year of the Great w*r,


behind enemy lines.

They were getting shelled
by their own firm.

So this major,
he sends the pigeon off for help.

Now, this pigeon,
he gets sh*t in the breast,

loses an eye, his poor little leg
is hanging from a strand.

But he flies all the way back to base,

delivers the message,
and the troops are saved.

Because of that pigeon.

{an8}Now, the French, they awarded the pigeon
the Medal of Valor.

{an8}You see, pigeons, they have values.

Loyalty.

Bravery.

Integrity.

I need you two to bury the hatchet,

for want of a word.

The moral of the story is,

you need to take the blows,
accept the blame,

all for the sake of the bigger picture.

I need you two to be my Chers Amis,

'cause I can't be dealing with

any more shenanigans like this morning.

No one wants that Scouse headbanger
kicking in the front door

followed by his army
of God-drunk luna-c**ts.

I made it clear to Mr. Dixon

that if he went back home,

I'd make it up to him.

So now, Eddie,

you've gotta make it up to me.

Sit the f*ck down.

It's like dealing with a couple of kids.

I've been reviewing my situation.

I've come to the conclusion

that I'm done, I'm out, I'm finished.

Jack's gonna be all right,

but I see this as a sign.

Uh, an epiphany, so to speak.

So I'm just gonna sell the business.

Simple as that.

What does that mean about our deal?

I want out.

I don't want to segue from growing weed
into mass-producing methamphetamines.

Yeah, I understand that, and, you know,
and I will stand by what I said.

You know?

You do realize you're doing
exactly what Mr. Johnston wants you to?

[Bobby] Mr. Johnston
hasn't got a f*cking clue

about the nuances of the situation.

So, no, I ain't giving no one f*ck all.

Especially the Septic.

Now, I'm gonna be selling
to the highest bidder,

and I'll accept offers
in excess of 150 mill.

All bids have gotta be in
by the end of the week.

All I want you to do

is work with Susie
and make sure she gets the best deal.

And why me exactly?

It ain't gone unnoticed

that you two have become
a right double act working together.

[pigeon coos]

Why didn't you say anything back there?

You've been running
the operation for years.

Gonna let him sell it out from under you?

I'm an employee, Eddie. Just like you.

What do you mean? He's your father.
He didn't even ask your opinion.

He didn't ask for yours either.

You went behind my back, Eddie.
Not once, but twice.

Well, I think it's safe to say
we both made some miscalculations,

to put it mildly,
but it's business, Susan.

Got your way in the end, didn't you?

Dad's selling up, and you're getting out.

What about you?

You're a little young to retire.

I can think of worse things for the soul

than getting my full ten hours
and bingo on a Wednesday.

Quite.

[Susie] He's made up his mind.

Let's just do what the old man says
and be done with it.

I've made no secret

of my desire to take control
of your father's organization.

I am aware that it's been faced

with serious disruption

over the last few months.

Product gone missing.
Pipelines blocked. Punches being thrown.

Hmm.

We're aware
that you're behind all of that.

But you crossed the line
when it came to my brother.

You rejected my initial approach.

I needed to convince you and your father
that I was in earnest.

Now, I'm prepared
to enter into negotiations

over the peaceful handover
of your business,

but you must understand

that I'm doing it from a position

of considerable strength.

Ms. Glass,

what you seem not to know

is that one of your disgruntled staff
has leaked to me

the 12 addresses of the other farms.

I'm afraid not.

The list that I gave to Mr. Stevens
was, in fact, spurious.

- [woman] Hello?
- [Stevens] Afternoon.

Am I speaking with
the Marquess of Beaversbrook?

[woman] Speaking.

- Baron Noughton?
- [man] Hello.

Viscount Bowling?

[man] This is he.

- Oh my goodness. I'm rather enjoying this.
- [phone buzzes]

Hold on.

[Stevens] Good afternoon.
I'm calling to discuss

your business relationship
with a Mr. Robert Glass.

[Tammy] Yes, carry on.
Who am I speaking to?

I was under the impression
it was verified.

[Eddie] No.

You've been the victim
of a deception, Mr. Johnston.

I must admit, I was surprised
to see you arriving together.

Why the change of heart?

Felt like a pivotal moment.

So I pivoted.

What makes you think
I'm interested in the weed game?

We understand that you have
some serious connections in South America.

What they'd be getting
is a vertically-integrated business

that currently controls
close to 50% of the UK market.

[Eddie] If and when there's a mandate
for legalization in the UK,

you'll be getting
some of the most advanced distribution

and development facilities
in Western Europe.

[Pete] Help you?

I can hook you up with the Russkies,

but a word to the wise...

They are f*cking hardcore.

Make a joke they don't understand,
they'll throw you out the window.

The question is,
do they have the relevant backing?

Oh God. A few hundred's nothing
to these f*cking Russians.

They are Kremlined-up to the hilt.

You know I don't mess around.
You've seen this with your own eyes, yeah?

My associates,

something else.

Oh.

Well, we're willing to take that risk.

And what happened between us...

Best thing that ever happened to me.

You see,

until you've had the living sh*t beaten
out of you, you don't know anything.

But when you realize
the only thing that matters is power,

the whole world opens up.

'Cause it's literally
there for the taking.

And despite your Machiavellian tactics,

my father is still willing
to sell the business to you,

but only if you're willing
to pay more than everyone else.

Does that explain
the presence of the bird?

My father is decidedly old school
when it comes to business communications.

He wants all bids sealed, in writing,

and delivered by carrier pigeon
by the end of the week.

What's wrong with an email
or a phone call?

You'll have to ask Bobby
when you make the winning bid.

Good afternoon.

[pigeon coos]

Love the bird, by the way. [laughs]
It's f*cking hysterical.

I guess that officially brings
our business dealings to an end.

[Eddie] Hmm.

Still got a few more birds left.

Might as well let 'em go.
They'll find their way home.

Poor pigeons, eh?

Good luck.

Good luck.

[Susie] It's been emotional, Captain.

Mummy, do you think Geoff's all right?

He's been acting very strangely
since I've been back.

Uh, well, you know,
he's always been very fond of you.

Well, I wouldn't read too much into it.

Oh look, there's Eddie! Hello.

Morning.

[Sabrina] If you're looking
for your pigeon,

I saw Freddy
scuttling off with it earlier.

Perfect. I should go and rein him in.
Thanks for the tip.

Are you sure everything's all right?

Yes, Mother. Everything's fine.

- Which way did he go?
- That way, darling.

Right.

[Freddy] Come on, Mitch.
Come on, just eat.

Please. It'll make you
nice and big and strong.

Who are you talking to, Freddy?

What? No one. Absolutely no one.
I don't think... Was I?

Yeah, I don't think I was...

Give me the bird.

Just one pigeon, okay?
Just one measly f*cking pigeon, Eddie.

I know what you're gonna say.

You've got some heavy f*cking hitters
lined up out there.

But I've raised
some epic funds in my time.

- Debts don't count.
- Okay. No need to be snarky.

The point I'm trying to make is this.

I have been watching you
these past couple of months.

Observing the way you operate and just
soaking it all in, all this crime stuff...

Listen to me. All right?

We're done.

No more games. No more debts. It's over.

Oh, I get what this is. I see.
You're jealous. You want me out the way.

I think it was you
who wanted me out of the way, Freddy.

Okay. Well... touché.

I probably deserved that.

- But...
- I'm taking the pigeon, Freddy.

I'm not giving you Mitch, Ed.

You weren't meant for this, Freddy.

Neither of us were.

[chuckles]

Remember that first time
Dad took us deer stalking? Remember that?

[sighs] Uh, no. No, not really.

We all stalked the deer together,

and then Dad let me take the sh*t.

And I got it. I f*cking got it.

And he was so f*cking proud.

And then when we got closer...

and it was still breathing...

I couldn't do it.

Well, you were just a kid, Freddy.

You were younger than me.

Dad handed you the Kn*fe,

and you slit that thing's throat
like it was f*cking nothing.

Yeah.

[sighs]

The point I'm trying to make
is this, Edward.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not... cut out for this.

But you...

You were f*cking born for it.

Look after Mitch for me.

[somber operatic music plays]

So sorry for interrupting, Your Grace,

but are you all right?

It's just you seem
to be having a bit of a moment.

Not right now, thanks, Jimmy.

Yeah, 'course. Sorry.

[somber music continues]

[music fades]

I need you to draw up
some Articles of Association.

They don't need to be legally binding,
but I need to lay out terms

of a consortium for interested parties.

Realistically, we need to raise somewhere
in the region of 200 to stand a chance.

[orchestral music plays]

[Eddie] The lion's share of the agreement
will come from the other 12 lords.

If I can convince them to put 10% in each,
we'll be well on our way.

Next, we'll approach
our friends in the traveling community.

They now have
significant funds squirreled away

from their introduction
into the import-export business.

I've been wanting to free myself
of the Glass family for some time.

I'm now going to lean in, rather than out.

Well, that should get you
a seat at the table,

but you're still significantly short
of the number you're looking to raise.

With a fair wind,

you should be able to pull together 25,

plus the £10 million loan
from your mother.

I've had to sell all my stocks
and Mama's Monet.

- Thank you, Mother.
- That still leaves you a gap of 15.

[Eddie] Hmm.

- Right...
- Well, what about Susie Glass?

Obviously, you can't
run the business without her.

She's not interested.

I... I don't see why not.

I mean, from what I can gather, she's been
running the entire operation for years.

It's rather complicated, Mother.

It means I have to consider
a much more unsavory option.

♪ Take your time ♪

♪ And don't worry, baby... ♪

[Eddie] Hello, Henry.

{an8}- Cup of tea, please.
- [woman] Coming up.

{an8}Well, you look a touch peaky.
You should see a doctor.

[Henry] Hmm. Injuries like mine,
they tend to result

in the sort of questions
I don't like getting asked.

Shame your sponsor was unable to find you
a sympathetic medical practitioner.

Although, from what I hear,

your business relations
with our American friend have

since come to an end.

- [woman] Here you are, love.
- Thank you.

You're clearly well-informed.

I gave Susie the 15 clean,

plus another 15
for Jack's pocket to say sorry,

but I still don't know
if I'm out of the woods.

So what do you want to see me about?

You know what you've done.
You can't come back from that.

It's inexcusable.

I'm here to explore whether there might be
a way for me to change your fortune.

Oh yeah?

[Eddie] I can get you out of all this.

But it's gonna cost you another 15.

On top of that, there are
a couple of things that need doing.

What's on your mind, Eddie?

[Sabrina] How's he doing?

Sleeping a lot.

But improving.

How are you doing?

I don't know, really.

Kinda just focused on him at the moment.

You must be very close.

He was, uh, ten when our mum passed away.

Well, that's a heavy responsibility
on young shoulders.

It never felt like a burden.

I loved looking after Jack.

I love running the business.

I know that your father

is planning on selling the organization,

and you're probably
weighing up what to do.

So my one piece of advice would be,

don't listen to anyone,

least of all my son,
and especially not your father.

However, if you want the benefit
from my vast years of experience,

I'd say that you're much more likely
to regret the things that you didn't do

rather than the things that you did.

Tell me, what is it
you're worried I'm not gonna do?

[Henry] So I run things on the ground,

you take care of the lords,

and then this, um, JP fella,

he'd look after distribution?

Exactly. Your 15 would give you
shared participation and shared ownership.

You reckon 200's gonna swing it
with Bobby Glass?

That's the number I have in mind, yeah.

Once the deal's done,
he's out of the game.

What about Uncle Stan?

I hear his accounts may not be in order.

[quiet orchestral music plays]

[Susie] I saw your mum at the hospital.

You're a right old bag of contradictions,
aren't you, Eddie?

Perhaps.

Is that Scouse brains
I can see in the clouds?

[Eddie] Well, you could argue
he had it coming.

[quiet orchestral music continues]

Do you know what this means?

Non sine periculo.

It's our family motto.

"Not without danger."

It got me thinking.

Nothing in life worth having
comes without a little... danger.

See, what I realized

is my family have been doing this
for generations.

Living in the zoo,
but hunting in the jungle.

It's nothing new.
It's just another turn of the wheel.

Have you managed
to pull together the necessary funds?

We pulled together a significant amount.

But, as you know,
it's a competitive market.

We would always appreciate
further investment. If you're interested.

My dad started dealing puff in the '70s.
That's almost half a century ago.

Fair play to him,
he built himself an empire.

Biggest outfit in the UK.

But, truth be told,

he's taken his eye off the ball.

It's like the goose
that lays the golden eggs.

As long as the eggs kept popping out,
he wasn't bothered.

Every time I tried to talk to him
about taking things to the next level,

he wasn't interested.

And look what we've achieved
in a matter of months together.

You put in 35, we'll be equal partners.

You wanna be partners?

[Susie] Hmm.

But... we need to talk about Henry Collins.

[Susie] I gave him a pass once.
It's not happening again.

Understandable.

But I think we need
to adjust our expectations.

In the short term, at least.

[clears throat]

You must be pretty f*cking confident
if you're willing to rattle that cage.

Supremely.

[intriguing orchestral music plays]

[grunts]

[Geoff] Charlotte.

[intriguing operatic music plays]

[inhales deeply]

Let her fly.

[intriguing operatic music continues]

- Ready?
- Let's do it.

All yours, Geoffrey.

[intriguing operatic music continues]

[Bobby] Good boy. Good boy, eh?

Are you tired, eh?

Yeah, go and get some munchies, go on.

Ah.

Now, that's a big f*cking number.

[Charly] Geoff?

[Geoff] Yes, Miss Charlotte?

[Charly] I've been thinking a lot

about my childhood.

I realized...

you basically taught me everything I know.

All those times
we went camping in the woods.

And it was you who taught me how
to make a fire and how to ride a horse.

How to tickle a salmon.

It was always you.

Wasn't it?

I'm just the gamekeeper, Charlotte.

Are you sure?

'Cause sometimes I wonder, and...

it'd make a lot of sense.

Well... anyway...

Charlotte.

I didn't want you to be ashamed.

I'd never be ashamed.

You're the most impressive man
I've ever known.

[laughs softly]

That's four bids.

On the table.

All north of asking. Well done.

And I notice you've, um...
You've both got your name on one of these.

That's a turn up for the books. [chuckles]

Well, I just wanna let you know
that I'll be, uh, judging these bids

on their own individual merits.

- 'Course.
- Perfect.

But... So, whose bid actually won?

Unfortunately,
it's not as simple as that, Mother.

As you know,
it was a very competitive market,

and, uh, we certainly
weren't the highest bid.

[Freddy] So who did win?

[Eddie] Uncle Stan.

I'll admit, I felt confident
that my bid would be competitive.

I'm just glad we got there in the end.

Mr. Stevens will go to the bank

and arrange for the money to be wired
to an account of Mr. Glass's choosing.

[Eddie] He was willing to pay a premium
for the business, so Mr. Glass

was eager to interrogate the offer.

I sense you're suspicious, Mother,

and you're right to be.

Truth be told,
I had activated Henry Collins,

whose accountant knew
where Mr. Johnston buries the bodies.

Thank you for seeing me
at such short notice.

You're very welcome, Mr. Stevens.

[Eddie] These bodies,
by which I mean his tax records,

were then delivered
to the relevant authorities

at His Majesty's Revenue and Customs.

[suspenseful operatic music plays]

Leading to Uncle Stan's arrest

for multiple tax evasion offenses
and the freezing of all of his assets,

leaving him unable
to complete the purchase.

But then,
if Uncle Stan's out of the picture,

doesn't that mean
that Pete Spencer-Forbes won after all?

That's what I said to Mercy.

Sticky Pete.

Your bid came in second.

- Don't worry, Mother. He didn't win.
- I thought you just said he did.

I told Mercy he won.

My associates are flying in from Bogotá.

I told you,
they're not gonna take no for an answer.

Well, it's very hard
to get money out of Russia,

as you can imagine,

which, uh, leaves
a certain window of opportunity

for someone like yourself.

Where do I find this Sticky Pete?

Mercy was under significant pressure
from her South American superiors.

[suspenseful operatic music continues]

[Mercy screams]

She took it upon herself
to clear the field.

[suspenseful music continues]

[g*n cocks]

[Eddie] Henry Collins steps in again

to take care of her.

[g*nsh*t]

Oh, well, I'm glad
someone's looking after her, poor woman.

- Oh...
- [Tammy] Sorry.

Wasn't Henry Collins
the one that fixed the fight?

One and the same.

Oh, darling, tell me
you're not working with him now.

Henry f*cking Collins.

Don't worry about Henry Collins.

He was desperate,
so I used him to clean up.

Fifteen mill. As discussed.

Take a seat, please, Henry.

[g*n cocks]

[chuckles]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Bobby] Mm.

The whole point of me telling you
I was selling my business

was to wake you up.

You're not buying the operation.

You're investing in it.

So together, we can expand our interests.

[Susie] I take it
you're not retiring, then, Dad.

Eh?

[chuckles] No chance.

But I needed to know you two were willing
to put some skin in the game.

[Susie] Hmm.

Shared responsibilities have their merits.

And the benefits of continuity

are not to be sniffed at either.

Eddie, you are a soldier.
You are an aristocrat.

But I see a man
who isn't defined by titles.

Or limited by them.

So we have a deal.

£235 million.

Now you have a purpose.

You wasn't born to take orders.

You were born to give 'em.

To build and expand empires.

I don't see a captain.
I see a f*cking general.

- Aw, you shouldn't have.
- Hmm.

[g*n cocks]

[ominous operatic music plays]

Do you wanna do it?

Is that a request?

No. You don't have to.

I thought you might want to.

You know, as part of your... "journey."

[bird wings flap]

[ominous operatic music continues]

[music stops]

[gentle music plays]

{an8}[Bobby] Easy on the sauce, Chef.

Don't worry about it.

I mean, prison ain't that bad
once you get used to it.

There's plenty of sleep, regular exercise,

and, uh, not too many interruptions.

And now that Mr. Kawasaki's
lost his parole,

I can guarantee the quality of the cuisine
for at least another year.

Ah, that's lovely.

One could do a lot worse.

Mm.

Spoken... like a true gentleman.

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♪ Da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da-da ♪

♪ Da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da-da ♪

♪ Your shoes keep turning
Different shades of blue ♪

♪ The colors of the other fools
Before you ♪

♪ And skin keeps turning
Different shades of red ♪

♪ The colors of the other voice
That's swimming in your head ♪

♪ Make yourself at home again
Count your blessings, one to ten ♪

♪ Your body will be whole again
Your body will be whole again ♪

♪ Make yourself at home again
Count your blessings, one to ten ♪

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