| Dear girl you’re watching the World
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| Out of «nobody loves me"-eyes
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| Dear babe you’re watching the sky
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| Out of «no one cares for me"-eyes
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| The small wall with its bricks in your iris
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| Helps your soul to keep away
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| From anger and pain
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| So take my hammer and we start
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| To taste the smell of sucess and fame
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| Take my words as a bridge over the ditch
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| That was built over all these years
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| This little step can be more
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| Than a hinduistic rebirth
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| Let’s celebrate the end of the Dubya bitch
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| Can’t you see this small oily path
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| Don’t look down to the ground
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| And step by step you will be back
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| Welcome you to your first round
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| Hey little Arabic girl
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| You are my World
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| When I’m next to you
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| My dreams will come true
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| Let’s get stars and spit on all their psycho wars
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| Americal will not get you
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| Your opponents won’t knock you out
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| Cause I will be the one who will shout loud
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| And stand behind you when you make the jump
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| Over in the so-called truth
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| The small wall with its bricks in your iris
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| Helps your soul to keep away
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| From anger and pain
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| So take my hammer and we start
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| To taste the smell of sucess and fame |