And poppy heads were crying in the field
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While we dipped our naked bodies
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In the foam of heavenly fire extinguishers
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We are sweetly stitched with stupid oaths
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And our sky is below five-story buildings
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Jumping from rooftops after five puffs
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Under the domes of cast-iron parachutes
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You are a couple of jesters, we are Scythians and Huns
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Take care, we break into life
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We do it every night for an encore
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What is hara-kiri for you, we are caesarean
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Releasing our demons - so much fun
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It was fun, so fun
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It was fun, so fun
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Over a river with stagnant water
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Bridges don't burn
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Only my heart is burning
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I drowned the memory like kittens
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In a glass, but it didn't get any better
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And here I am, like Forest, running
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But the pedestal stone keeps me
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I am a monument to my enemy
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Being young is so troublesome, being old is boring
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The trouble is only in bulk, happiness by the piece
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Akela missed, missed the new world
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And now Tabaki is our pan-commander
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I watch adult movies, oh es
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About mortgages and hard depression
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Moving in circles like baggage on a belt
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Repeat, of course, pour to the brim
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I will drink your music
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And puke more warm samples
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Scraping sticky to the tongue
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Clusters of words, understand the meaning yourself
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Christ washes his feet
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Pilate washes his hands
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We pay taxes to Caesar
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And we live like dogs in search of a bitch
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Christ washes his feet
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Pilate washes his hands
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We pay taxes to Caesar
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And we live like dogs in search of a bitch
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Christ washes his feet
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Pilate washes his hands
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We pay taxes to Caesar
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And we live like dogs in search of a bitch
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Christ washes his feet
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Pilate washes his hands
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We pay taxes to Caesar
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And we live like dogs in search of a bitch |