| The sun rises and falls and on goes the day
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| In every direction of the compass
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| We ride a tropical desert region
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| Traveling to a distant idea of time
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| And there is music…
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| «The human race is a pile of dog shit!»
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| In my world, I hold the key of wisdom in my hand
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| And lead all the children of the earth to a door
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| They previously believed locked
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| Only to find it open, inviting them to see
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| «You can all kiss my ass!»
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| And there is light
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| In my world, I make medicine out of air
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| «Mankind is a Nazi!»
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| And breathe fire from the lakes of harmony
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| «Humanity is the devil!»
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| My ashes smoke the melodies of your love
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| And God is a good friend of mine, in my world
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| «You really think I give a fuck about the world?!»
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| Been accused of being confused and I never denied it
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| It’s the right or more wrong
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| In the world I’m a fallen angel
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| Within mine, I’m in hell
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| I pay my rent to the devil for the dark space to dwell
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| 'Cause it’s too bright, too hot in the sky for me
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| Hell’s a hell of a lot cooler than
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| Heaven, heaven, heaven
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| Hell, hell, hell
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| Heaven, heaven, heaven
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| Ooh, ah, ah
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| Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ah
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| You never see me anymore and that’s all right
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| But you keep on saying you want more, oh what more?
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| When you showed me the door
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| And it’s your pride, you don’t have to swallow
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| Now, all I want is time to recover
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| And I’m boiling over, gotta let off some steam
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| 'Cause yeah that’s hotter than my hell could ever be
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| Ooh, ah, ah,
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| Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ah
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| You say you love me but you don’t and that’s alright
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| Don’t wanna make it like before, oh what for?
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| You wouldn’t mind anymore
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| And that’s all you pretending to ask me 'bout it
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| It’s all true, but your words are just nullified
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| Get out of the way while I jump in the sea
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| 'Cause yeah it’s hotter than my hell could ever be
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| Ooh, ah, ah,
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| Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ah
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| So through with lying anymore, you’re not whole
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| Stop crying, I’m not buying more, what a chore
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| I won’t cry anymore
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| And it’s all true, you do like the others
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| Step out of the way, I’m under the covers
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| With someone true, someone cooler than me
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| 'Cause you’ll get hotter than my hell
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| 'Cause you’re hotter than my hell
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| Could ever be
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| The sun rises and falls and on goes the day
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| In every direction of the compass
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| We ride a tropical desert region…
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| And there is music |