Yeah, at first, it was cool,
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such a walk in the rose garden,
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something fate, something coincidence
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youth and great ideas
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and then it's easy to figure out,
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you're like a dream, he doesn't want to wake up
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when heaven falls into your lap,
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it all starts.
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Then came the shower of everyday life,
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that she is a bitch and lacks certainty,
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that they are crying and cracking bones
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and that it borders on obsession,
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he had a guitar as a grater,
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he played whatever came to mind,
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he covered his whole life with smoke
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and we all know how it turned out.
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Hulil !, so he went crazy, claiming it didn't hurt him
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Hulil !, so he went crazy
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Hulil !, until he went crazy, claiming it didn't hurt him
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Hulil !, until he went crazy
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it's just swan, the doctor tells you
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The human head, it's a machine,
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that's where it all ends, everything starts,
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against, look at them,
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the world is spinning and it will be OK!
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The human head, it's a machine,
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that's where it all ends, everything starts,
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against, look at them,
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the world is spinning and it will be OK!
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But then nothing came,
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he thought in vain about the meaning of life
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and the rushes made him a wreck,
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how they drilled a hole in his brain,
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then nothing came
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he thought in vain about the meaning of life
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and the rushes made him a wreck,
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how they drilled a hole in his brain.
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Hulil !, so he went crazy, claiming it didn't hurt him
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Hulil !, so he went crazy
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Hulil !, until he went crazy, claiming it didn't hurt him
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Hulil !, until he went crazy
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it's just swan, the doctor tells you
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The human head, it's a machine,
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that's where it all ends, everything starts,
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against, look at them,
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the world is spinning and it will be OK!
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The human head, it's a machine,
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that's where it all ends, everything starts,
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against, look at them,
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the world is spinning and it will be OK!
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Then he lost consciousness
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and he felt nothing at all,
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his conscience did not bother him
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and there was nothing to say
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that moment was wonderful,
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sky to black
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and moon,
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my companion
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shines.
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The bottles you have drunk everywhere are tinkling,
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you should get up so you don't drown,
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so you don't drown us or you're crazy.
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The human head, it's a machine,
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that's where it all ends, everything starts,
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against, look at them,
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the world is spinning and it will be OK!
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The human head, it's a machine,
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that's where it all ends, everything starts,
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against, look at them,
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the world is spinning and it will be OK!
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Then he lost consciousness
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and he felt nothing at all,
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his conscience did not bother him
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and there was nothing to say
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that moment was wonderful,
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sky to black
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and moon,
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my companion
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shines on houses,
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like lulucerna
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paraffin smells at night,
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I can't help it anymore
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and I stood there in a negligee,
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God looked at me
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and cried. |