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Transcribed U.F.O., but I'm having a hard time understanding the line at the end of the first verse. Bad Books - U.F.O. (alright) 8:45 appears; I’m privately alarmed Taking shots out of a spray paint can; shot flares into the dark Tree bark in a glass; our home would permanent cocoon and you're trying to remember the last year you saw the moon Was it nineteen ninety-eight; was it two thousand and two Were there aliens among us; were they treating us like food Was it two thousand and three; was it twenty twenty-four Was it back when I realized there'd be no more, your other lore (?) What an empty, gorgeous place; ooh ooh oh What an empty, gorgeous place 2:25 appears and I’m hanging by a thread Your arms bend with a frustration like I’m already dead Just because I can’t remember who I used to be It doesn’t mean that I can’t tell you when I’m evaporating There is nothing in your eyes; there is nothing in the wind There were two individual trauma cases to amend I’m a million years away; you're another million more So, we count the days until they just don’t need us anymore What an empty, gorgeous place; ooh ooh oh What an empty, gorgeous place; ooh ooh oh What an empty, gorgeous place I belong here I belong --- your other lore, your ever more, year of the lord?