Warm countries, eyes full of smiles
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Get drunk again to tell
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We need so little, why are they lying to us so desperately?
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I turn them off, my name is...
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Fine thread, loops and knitting needles
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Let them have carpets, and let the net be for you and me
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I don't want to fight for it
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Shake your broken head all your life.
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My treasures do not weigh, let them dream of heavy gifts
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I'm closer to subtle worlds...
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There's so little sun here
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That damn route again...
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Whom will labor eventually turn us into?
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Let them be entertained by intrigues, to the waist of the word.
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They rescue me and always wait
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Fine thread, loops and knitting needles
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Let them have carpets, and let the net be for you and me
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I don't want to fight for it
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Shake your broken head all your life.
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My treasures do not weigh, give them all heavy gifts,
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And we are invisible worlds
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to escape from the general opinion
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Let apples fall on my head...
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She won't break
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It will only sing sadly quietly
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And those who do not hear, always feel sorry
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Fine thread, loops and knitting needles
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Let them have carpets, and let the net be for you and me
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I don't want to fight for it
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Shake your broken head all your life.
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My treasures do not weigh, give them all heavy gifts,
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And we are leaving for the subtle worlds... |