I like to talk to you about different things
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Don't like arguing or being silent
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It's almost like a sword fight
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After all, you can make a hearth out of a candle
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Scatter words in speeches
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Like a warm shawl on the shoulders
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Weird
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When the word is
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as if
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cold bath
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And boils in the blood
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Adrenalin
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By the look -
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This is mountain slalom
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And it seems a little
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I think your time has come!
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I climb behind the walls of Valhalla as a vandal -
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Feeling like Jean Claude Van Dam
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'Cause I like it so much
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to you ladies
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You are not enough
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Fire and napalm
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Letters flock together
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Straight off the sheet
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Using verse like a sharp sword
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I will not force you to follow me!
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But I'll give you a hand
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This is not a haiku, but a hook
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Laughter and knock
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Horror scare
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Servant Trouble
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Like it's a ball in hell
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Round dance and circle
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You can eat caviar with spoons
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And touch your girlfriends!
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My heart is like a giant double bed
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Despite the fact that the sieve
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Like swiss cheese
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I can hardly sleep there
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'Cause I'm losing sleep
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And what kind of dreams would I have
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Behind me is emptiness
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The front is empty too.
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But I gave my word never
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No more thinking about sad things
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Let the years go
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And I dreamed of catching them in verse
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After all, our life is like a fighter
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Moment
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I met different people:
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good and kind
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Harmful and evil
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Loud and fashionable
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modest and simple
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Dangling around the world like a float
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In various places
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Like Gautama the prophet who left the walls of the palace
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I rarely see my mother and father,
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But often people
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Whose eyes are empty
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Ignite the flame of ideas?
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But the spark goes out
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And here would be an autogen
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And gas tank
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While
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Gardens of Eden bloom inside of me
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And the poppy blossoms
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crazy days
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I put my face out of the window
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Speed under a hundred ahead
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The moon is shining in the sky
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Lanterns burning in rows
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They were thickly enveloped in fog
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Life is a trip
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Never lie
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Fate does not believe in deception
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goose feathers
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And a neon lamp
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And only disbelief
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It prevents you from discovering your talents inside
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At least
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While the chimes will beat -
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Let the problems smolder
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Tightly twisted blunt
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My heart is like a giant double bed
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Despite the fact that the sieve
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Like swiss cheese
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Alas, I can hardly sleep there
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'Cause I'm losing sleep
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And what kind of dreams would I have
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Behind me is emptiness
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The front is empty too.
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But I gave my word never
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No more thinking about sad things
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Let the years go
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And I dreamed of catching them in verse
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After all, our life is like a fighter
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Moment |