| i knew before it all started
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| not more capricious than you
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| the pillow pushes and the blanket too narrow,
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| no dream and sleep through
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| I want to confuse myself with fame and waste money madly
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| Gently greet friends and achieve the artificial pleasure of the screen
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| I want, I want, I want, I want
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| i want to cry
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| my porcelain angel
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| how harmonious our mornings are
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| but on dark, gloomy autumn nights
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| there will be corners full of nipples
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| and then let the yellow press catch me behind the panes of a mighty, long limousine
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| next to a long-legged creature with inflated breasts
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| I want, I want, I want, I want
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| i want to smile
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| at times when I try to fool myself
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| i can wait
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| someone who will come to restrain me
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| I haven't been dancing anymore
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| i enjoy finding it in old poetry
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| there my friends - road poles,
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| still the lindens are getting dark and are fine
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| I want to confuse myself with fame and waste money madly
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| Gently greet friends and achieve the artificial pleasure of the screen
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| I want, I want, I want, I want
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| i want to smile
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| at times when I try to fool myself
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| i can wait
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| someone who will come to restrain me
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| our treaties are no longer valid
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| how easy it is to fall into cheap sin
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| fate on one, on the left leg jumped
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| i want to smile
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| at times when I try to fool myself
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| i can wait
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| someone who will come to restrain me
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| i want to cry
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| i want to cry |