Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah!
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Have a bite, and we will merge into a kiss
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
Emptiness is my new kent
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She stayed for centuries, even though she came for the weekend
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Hallelujah! |
(Hallelujah!)
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I gaped in the city, stumbled over a scourge -
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Pigeons pecked me
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Hitchhiking to nowhere (to nowhere)
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Without a ticket, and on the next one I will go crazy
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Tomorrow may not be. |
I thought it was annoying
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Or true, but tomorrow may not be
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We disappear, while away the days, in an attempt to stay alive
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Stay human
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
Bumps and bumps (huh)
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I run without touching the ground in lax November
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
Coming back barefoot (barefoot)
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I don't understand how I became an insect with a tongue
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Bollywood
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
I'll tear down the wallpaper
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And under the muck of the draft rhyme
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
The smoke speaks to me
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While I blow, I conjure, carol
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Often, often I have
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It feels like I don't exist
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I remember myself a little, but I'm about to remember
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When I kill myself, sign for the understanding
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Hallelujah! |
And I'm not a witch at all
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Sending kisses to the full moon tangerine
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And crimson morning will find me on-
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Half crazy off black wine
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I travel around the metropolis, calculate the pilgrims
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Among chewed, sniffed and drunk girls
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Hallelujah! |
Bollywood is not a real movie
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Hallelujah! |
Looking out the window
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Pass the parachute to the person going out the window
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Hallelujah!
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Bollywood is a verbal prison. |
Hallelujah!
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I formally got out of the shit
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I am greeted by a nakedness with prayers - Hallelujah!
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Draw them a double of yourself
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We are dead, like cockroaches, somewhere in the bowels of the pressure chambers
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The blind boy is playing with us. |
Hallelujah! |
Bollywood
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How many of them run to laugh, glossy rumble
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I am blind. |
Hallelujah! |
Bollywood
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Hallelujah! |
Bollywood
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah!
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Hallelujah! |
(Bollywood)
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Halle-hallelujah!
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Whose squirrel is this? |
That's mine
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Halle-hallelujah! |
Halle-hallelujah!
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Whose squirrel is this? |
That's mine
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Halle-hallelujah! |
Halle-hallelujah!
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Whose squirrel is this? |
That's mine
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Halle-hallelujah! |
Halle-hallelujah!
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Whose squirrel is this? |
That's mine
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah!
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I clumsily compose my sick cock
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
We forgot the taste of water
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My little people are just soldiers of the void
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
I go for a walk in nirvana
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None of my songs can fucking afford you
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Hallelujah! |
Hallelujah! |
I sound like sinusitis
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But still your name means nothing to me
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Hallelujah!
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Hallelujah!
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Whose squirrel is this? |
That's mine
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Halle-hallelujah! |
Halle-hallelujah!
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Whose squirrel is this? |
That's mine
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Halle-hallelujah! |
Halle-hallelujah!
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Whose squirrel is this? |
That's mine
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Halle-hallelujah! |
Halle-hallelujah! |