| Already the second. |
| You must be standing alone
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| On his thin heels, a glass of wine trembles in his hands
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| A couple of antidepressant tablets in the stomach
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| In the bathroom of the restaurant - breakfast, what did you eat an hour ago
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| I ordered anesthesia there, not far behind the bar, and I'm waiting
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| I anesthetize the soul that was in hell
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| We don't know about each other, but in about a day
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| We'll be found holding hands on the floor
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| Ay-ay!
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| In the smoking room I burn heaps of pages from my life for you
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| I explain something about my illness and the city of X
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| Your eyes are shining. |
| Yes, you are the same as me!
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| Let's go, there's a taxi waiting for us to have more fun!
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| Making bets
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| All demons in their places
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| Where is my sherry there?
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| Where is the feather and birch bark?
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| Let's lead into the abyss
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| Where is my travel lasso?
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| But just to have fun
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| So that we chorus HA-HA-HA!
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| Making bets
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| All demons in their places
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| Where is my sherry there?
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| Where is the feather and birch bark?
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| From laughter the walls are cut
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| The grin shines again
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| It'll be fun, count to ten
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| And I'm going to look for you
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| Morning has come, I'm trying to get up in agony
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| I'm holding on, but I'm terrified to know that it was all a game
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| You were born to me
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| You are a mirage invented by me
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| And all night I'm alone like a psycho
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| Everything went and went crazy,
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| But so what?
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| Let everyone who was there call me crazy
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| I see on the streets the eyes of those who, like me, are cursed
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| Those who like to walk along the edge
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| Who flies crazy at night
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| Who instead of someone else's paradise
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| Your personal invented hell
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| Making bets
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| All demons in their places
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| Where is my sherry there?
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| Where is the feather and birch bark?
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| Let's lead into the abyss
|
| Where is my travel lasso?
|
| But just to have fun
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| So that we chorus HA-HA-HA!
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| Making bets
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| All demons in their places
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| Where is my sherry there?
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| Where is the feather and birch bark?
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| From laughter the walls are cut
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| The grin shines again
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| It'll be fun, count to ten
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| And I'm going to look for you |