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  1. The Greys

From the recording The Bunker Sessions Vol. 1

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Written by T. Moberly, P. Pecoraro
Tim Moberly: guitar, vocals
Recorded live at The Bunker, April 19, 2022

Lyrics

On a rainy night, in a midwest town
They came for his wife, there was not a sound

As the night crept on, the procedure began
Her paranoia grew, while they held her hand

They came from far away, my friend
In the end there was nothing left
But an empty memory of the greys...yeah the greys

They'll come back again, staying out of sight
I don't know where or when, but they're bound to strike

And the government won't recognize
The evidence before their eyes
Denying all they know of the greys...yeah the greys

They returned her back, to a familiar place
A victim unaware, her mind erased

Sensed she'd been to the other side
As if she'd been hypnotized
No memory left of the greys...yeah the greys


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