| I am waiting for the trolleybus where one smile will travel
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| There is also trouble, one cold moan
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| I am waiting for the trolleybus where one smile will travel
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| Who gets out, which one? |
| No one
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| And my nerves are boiling!
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| I go to the poor and grieve in their mouths
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| Just your song everyday, just your song
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| I go to the poor and grieve in their mouths
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| Only your song everyday, only your song, only your song
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| No, the soul will not break for me
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| I put all my money in stutes
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| No, the soul will not break for me
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| A thousand mouths a thousand butes
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| Will your fame tickle?
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| No, the soul will not break for me
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| I will not allow it forever
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| I go to the poor and grieve in their mouths
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| Just your song everyday, just your song
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| I go to the poor and grieve in their mouths
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| Only your song everyday, only your song, only your song
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| No, the soul will not break for me
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| I put all my money in stutes
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| No, the soul will not break for me
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| I will not allow it forever
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| No, the soul will not break for me
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| A thousand mouths a thousand butes
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| No, the soul will not break for me
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| I will not allow it forever |