Left, right look
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You won't know what's inside.
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Here are the miracles:
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Himself not his own, not his own.
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And the earth is cracking
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And it's easy on the heart
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Because - a copper shield,
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Because - a copper forehead.
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Will you take a closer look
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Close, far away
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Everything seems to be wrong:
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Both face and soul.
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Apparently, he really has
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Here you were right
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Or no thoughts
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Or no head.
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And he walked around the world, whistling.
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He cut his girlfriend out of the bark.
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Dark forests, fast rivers,
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And he walked around the world, whistling.
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He is not understood, yes,
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Spark touched, yes.
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Such is the fate
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Wipe the sweat off your forehead.
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And he walked around the world, whistling.
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He cut his girlfriend out of the bark.
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Dark forests, fast rivers,
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And he walked around the world, whistling.
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Apparently, he really has
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Here you were right
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Or no thoughts
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Or no head.
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And he walked around the world, whistling.
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He cut his girlfriend out of the bark.
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Dark forests, fast rivers,
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And he walked around the world, whistling.
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Think, shout
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Knock on all doors
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Knock on all doors
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Roll up your sleeves.
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And to wake up
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Only it's not a dream.
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We stand like a pillar
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And he, and he, and he...
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And he walked around the world ...
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And he walked around the world ...
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And he walked around the world ...
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I told all passers-by
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that walked across the sky.
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What walked the sky
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Yes, I saw angels.
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Apparently, he really has
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Here you were right
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Or no thoughts
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Or no head...
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And he walked around the world, whistling.
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He cut his girlfriend out of the bark.
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Dark forests, fast rivers,
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And he walked around the world, whistling. |