First couplet:
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I walk briskly and on my way,
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But with every step I get from life,
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Weighty bream in the face.
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Who decides that you are dressed out of fashion,
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And who is the one that brings the devil,
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I see more and more when they walk so importantly,
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From the originals licked copies,
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I am a fringe striving for utopia.
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Tell me what you're saving up for
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What are you drinking shots for?
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And why are you darned
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And when you draw the curtains.
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Do you think you are the only one?
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No, there are many of us.
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We chew grief with a smile,
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We filter the slag with which we are washed,
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Ballads that are fed
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At the same time, always to the question “how are you?”
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We answer that in "normal",
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We try to remember well
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We flounder as best we can,
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Heaven will help in difficulties,
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And dreams come true later
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Protect all the good, I ask you, God.
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Chorus:
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She dances half-naked, all washed down with cola,
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He is sad and filled with cheap alcohol.
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And someone thinks about the sea
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And someone just wants to live a new life.
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Second couplet:
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There will be no us, but at least something for the world,
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The trace will disappear, letting us know that everything has passed,
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We will disappear with the roar of heaven,
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Only a thought will remain, interest in them will disappear,
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Everything is in orbit, think about what you have.
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The world is spinning, we are spinning it all,
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Where is your plus, except for rhinestones and beads.
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Let you outwardly empty
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But there are so many wonderful feelings inside.
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Borrow to take your life, afford tin,
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Something to start from scratch, but was it worth it to climb there.
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She dances half-naked, all washed down with cola,
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Evil is always evil
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Tears cannot be so many
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We can't wait very long
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Childishly wise, painfully sweet.
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For the sake of a joke, we are all so greedy,
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Where are all the clues? |
Where the snow falls
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To catch up, you yourself speed up the run,
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The solar disk faded, who among us could know that this was all.
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Chorus:
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She dances half-naked, all washed down with cola,
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He is sad and filled with cheap alcohol.
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And someone thinks about the sea
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And someone just wants to live a new life. |