| I come home in the dark
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| and I keep my head under the tap
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| About myself all the words, obscenely,
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| I have tin in my head.
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| I am now gray-haired at the temples
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| beard like a boot
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| They say poor thing to my eyes,
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| behind the eyes they say the wounded.
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| But how they walked!, and to laughter and to sin
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| stood on the ears
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| For myself and for everyone
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| three girls per bed
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| Let them lie in reserve
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| pineapples in the trash
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| Pineapple is not for us.
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| I'm terribly polite now
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| they are rude to me, I give seeds,
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| And yesterday, who was rude to me,
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| I would break that thread.
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| I look at those I meet with timidity,
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| and my clothes are torn,
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| And yesterday I for the whole region,
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| I bought cognacs in buckets.
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| But what a walk! |
| And to laughter and to sin.
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| The fool was thrown. |
| For myself and for everyone
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| Everyone around was punished, but they inspired fear
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| Everyone around was shown what scope is.
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| I now think about the soul
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| Her repentance is needed
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| How can I atone for my foolishness,
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| Maybe smoke some incense?
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| I feel sorry for myself,
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| Who are we on earth? |
| Spots!
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| Let's smoke our life, small
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| And we'll crawl into it side by side.
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| But how they walked!, and to laughter and to sin
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| stood on the ears
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| For myself and for everyone
|
| three girls per bed
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| Let them lie in reserve
|
| pineapples in the trash
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| What kind of fruit is a pineapple!
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| But what a walk! |
| And to laughter and to sin.
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| The fool was thrown. |
| For myself and for everyone
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| Everyone around was punished, but they inspired fear
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| Everyone around was shown what scope is.
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| But what a walk! |