There is a clearing in the dark forest.
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There is a flower in the meadow -
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Experience the taste of dope
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If you take even a sip.
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That flower is overgrown with weeds.
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Days and nights through
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Drunkards and drug addicts
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He does not give rest.
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Chorus:
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He is very poisonous, after all, very much, after all.
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But there is a line by the forest, a line, after all.
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He hobbles any creature,
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Whether you are foolish or drunk.
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Who will apply it to himself -
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Turns into weeds.
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That weed rises along the clearings,
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Shines with black dew
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And skipping mows it down
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The aunt is black with a scythe.
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Chorus:
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He is very poisonous, after all, very much, after all.
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But there is a line by the forest, a line, after all.
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The fairy tale is a lie, yes, all with a hint
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For any fool
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I walked sideways, sideways, sideways
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Past the black flower.
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Walked sweepingly and quickly,
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Didn't touch, didn't inhale,
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But he prayed, from God's spark,
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To make that forest blaze.
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Chorus:
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He is very poisonous, after all, very much, after all.
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But there is a line by the forest, a line, after all.
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He is very poisonous, after all, very much, after all.
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But there is a line by the forest, a line, after all. |