| All 10 fingers
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| They closed the sky
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| And the paths
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| Suddenly turned out to be a guiding star
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| What did they forget to pay off?
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| After a hangover, 2 drunken angels of mine!
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| And if you're not afraid to forget your number,
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| Then spit on the sky
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| Then spit on the sky far away
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| For the sea to be
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| So that it rains and the wind carries.
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| Your drunken voice
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| Along the well yards,
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| To be scared
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| And you're the only one who's funny!
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| All this for
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| So that you say to yourself: "Run!"
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| Away from the day
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| which I don't see
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| Because I'm sleeping!
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| Closer to night.
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| Where so often fall into the loop!
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| To the right of the building is the same
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| trimmed soldiers,
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| To the left of those who are in the sky
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| On the needle goes like a parade!
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| I basked in silence
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| By my fire of truth and fence
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| What guarded this truth
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| From youngsters who quietly hid in corners
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| Or under caps.
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| A red star in the forehead.
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| And if you came out of the forest
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| And he began to howl like a wolf.
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| But howl at the sky
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| That howl at the sky high,
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| To cover the snow
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| Your footsteps across the white field for beer
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| When you walked and sang a song
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| And it was scary
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| And you're the only one who's funny!
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| All this for
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| So that you say to yourself: "Run!"
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| Away from the day
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| which I don't see
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| Because I'm sleeping!
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| Closer to night.
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| Where so often fall into the loop!
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| To the right of the building is the same
|
| trimmed soldiers,
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| To the left of those who are in the sky
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| On the needle goes like a parade!
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| Factory pipe
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| Shined brazenly on my window,
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| Calendar sheet
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| Flies into the trash can
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| I am the sound of a siren
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| I know like my own mother
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| How podzae..lo
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| Get in line to shit!
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| And if you forgot your number -
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| Write it on your forehead!
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| Or on your butt!
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| For more fun reading!
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| And spoil the sky!
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| With a working hand to release everything on paper,
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| For everything to endure
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| And slept as quietly as possible
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| And no one should call!
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| You won it all
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| When he said to himself: "Run!"
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| Away from the day
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| which I don't see
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| Because I'm sleeping!
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| Closer to night.
|
| Where so often fall into the loop!
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| To the right of the building is the same
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| trimmed soldiers,
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| To the left of those who are in the sky
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| On the needle goes like a parade! |