| I’m floating in a black balloon
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| O.D. |
| on Easter afternoon
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| My mama told me «Baby stay clean
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| There’s no in-between»
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| And all you ladies and you gentlemen
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| Between is all you’ve ever seen or been
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| Fit poorly and arrange the sight
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| Doll it up in virgin white
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| You disappoint me, you people raking in on the world
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| The devil’s script sells you the heart of a blackbird
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| Shine on me baby, 'cause it’s raining in my heart
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| Sun’s rising on a chopping glare
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| Rain dropping acid bought up in the air
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| A distorted reality’s now a necessity to be free
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| It’s so disappointing
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| First I put it all down to luck
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| God knows why my country don’t give a fuck
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| Fuck
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| Shine on me baby, 'cause it’s raining in my heart
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| Shine on me baby, 'cause it’s raining in my heart |