I remember your nylon bows,
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The occupiers tore and carried away from other yards.
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I remember your closed eyes…
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Face with palms. |
Do you want me to go to your dreams?
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Chorus:
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A push in the back on the beaten knees,
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And blow because it burns, as you will - then pour and more.
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The wounds will heal later! |
Disappear like iodine stains!
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And blow because it burns, where does it all flow?
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And for the future, the student drew a lute
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Absorbing everyday life refutes everything to your heart's content!
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They ran and rejoiced aloud, dolphins on the coast,
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And the phone booths hid us from the rain.
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Chorus:
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A push in the back on the beaten knees,
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And blow because it burns, as you will - then pour and more.
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The wounds will heal later! |
Disappear like iodine stains!
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And blow because it burns, where does it all flow?
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And finally a few grams per wound
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It is as if the plane is bleeding a little at the heart.
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I remember… Sorry, I remember everything.
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And the pain does not go away, I order more…
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Chorus:
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A push in the back on the beaten knees,
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And blow because it burns, as you will - then pour and more.
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The wounds will heal later! |
Disappear like iodine stains!
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And blow because it burns, where does it all flow? |