| Looking at the world like an insect
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| Buzzin' in the sky
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| Drifting on the waves of life
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| On a trip bathing in the sun
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| Waiting for a dream, visions unseen
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| In peace, ruthless like a snake
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| Crawling in the dust, the path of lust
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| Whispers of delight, passion in the night
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| In the snowfields my childhood died
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| Looking at the world from a broomstick
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| Flying in the sky
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| Gliding on the clouds of life
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| On a quest gazing at the moon
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| Waiting for his voice, magical noise
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| In trance, hungry like a leash
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| Hanging in a web, my trap of death
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| Victim of the night
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| On the alter a virgin died
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| High high high
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| We’re jumping up in the sky
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| High high high
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| Getting high getting high getting high
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| Looking at the world like a loser
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| Staring at the wall
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| Stepping through the mud of life
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| On the loose, hiding from the sun
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| Waiting for a friend, a helping hand
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| In pain, beaten like a dog
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| Looking for a rope, last chance of hope
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| Overload with lies, tumblin' like dice
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| On the alter a gambler died |