| Sometimes it seems nothing goes and everything sucks
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| Like a bad dream, hey what a f*ck
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| And then I think, there must be something
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| Stopping me being bored
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| Suddenly a lightning, there was a thing I’ve never seen before
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| It was a bottle small and thin
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| In which was oil or water in
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| I opened it and there was power
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| I grapped the bottle and I took a bit from it
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| It was a good feeling, but it tasted like f*cking shit
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| Then I said to me «Who Cares?» |
| and I drunk the rest
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| Suddenly started flying, tell you what, that was the best
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| I started like a rocket, flew down to Austria
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| But I couldn’t stop, so I came to Gambia
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| I said «I want to stop — Is there nothing I could do?»
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| Then I heard a voice from nowhere and it said «No!» |