Looks like the press is getting ready here
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Either rolling, or kneading.
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All who could confirm this view,
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Either they left or they stay.
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From all the cracks they buzz in my ears,
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Everything is in the mind, everything is a scooter!
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Yes, but I still can't understand
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What is a scooter and what is in the mind.
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The news is circulating in all cities,
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That where the teeth are, revenge has ripened.
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There is something to lose, there is something to want,
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The whip boasts of a wave of countermeasures.
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In a fight, a dashing pack catches courage,
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This is how our sabotage walks in captivity.
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Everything is as it used to be, 30 years ago,
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Murmurs in the kitchens, mats in the streets.
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Just a moment, just a fraction of a second
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And the silence turns into a riot.
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Plow like slaves in the holds of galleys,
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The sovereign decided, the prime minister accepted,
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Yes, only a parasite people, an evil thief,
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Well, how to manage here, if not to take.
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If a deaf secret went into circulation,
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So your dogs slept through our sabotage. |