| Hey Nedory, Kilian Nedory, you creature I love
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| I am opening the way for you
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| Get up and go, I want to finally talk to you until death
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| Dude
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| Kilian, how do you spend your day at the Knížečí buffet??!
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| Is he cheerful? |
| Oven
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| I never found out where Nedory got here
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| I don't even know how we met
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| I guess we just missed each other the first time
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| Because we were tight fisted
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| Blemishes in the skin and with circles under the eyes
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| Like a vulture, how vulture, oh God, how vulture
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| It could have been Karlák
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| On a hot summer evening
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| Or where he dug his claws into me
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| It was on the waterfront then
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| As he lay there he caught one
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| That pipe of scaffolding water
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| The stutterer's water?
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| But I'm not here to help him
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| In short, I left him lying there
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| Sem knew that Nedory was a snake too
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| A rattlesnake who is afraid to help
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| In short, I never found out
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| And it's not worth looking for
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| In short, he was here once
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| After all, he had something of an epiphany
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| He went through it all very quickly
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| Crazy and a little crazy
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| In short, Nedory, hey Nedory
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| He was so thin
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| I will never forget the look on his face
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| He carried all the candles of the world in his book
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| He also had stones and vaults
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| And the dust, God dust from the wind or from the stars?
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| If someone was darker
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| Gentle and dark bastard
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| So it was Kilian Nedory
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| Like that summer
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| In northern Bohemia
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| When did he go
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| As if a razor kept running down the back of his neck
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| And everything pissed him off
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| And yet how wildly he perceived it
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| He had to go out
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| In short, it was settling into him
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| Nedory was full of the world
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| And I can't throw up anymore
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| He loved slim things
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| From dead fingers
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| Up to the neck of the guitar
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| And candles burn from his faces
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| Such a high forehead
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| White and cool
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| I knew how Nedory woke up once
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| And he realized that he basically didn't want anything anymore
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| He was full
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| And I couldn't throw up
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| It was a little scary
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| It was cloudy outside
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| In short, someone threw a blanket
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| Nedory opened his eyes
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| He looked up at the ceiling
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| And he knew it didn't belong to him
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| Nedory raised his hand
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| He looked at her
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| She stank to him
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| Was she his?
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| He knew he didn't belong
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| He angrily threw some duvet on the ground
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| The one he was allegedly covered with
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| A girl was lying next to him
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| I don't notice her before
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| Look at her
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| And he knew it didn't belong to him
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| He lowered his feet to the ground
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| And he sat down
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| Surprisingly, he wasn't naked
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| Just waist down
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| He had a jacket on top and a few scars
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| He squinted, the ox squinted
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| He didn't know where he was
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| However, he knew he didn't belong there
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| Nothing belonged to him anymore
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| And von didn't belong anywhere
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| He heard the touch of a hand
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| How he scratches the inside of his body
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| Somewhere on the stomach and near the heart
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| He could clearly smell those nails
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| In that slimy body wall
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| Bloody and dark hey Nedora in the flesh is darkness
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| I've already told you
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| So he got up
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| He walked across the room
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| And he tried to remember
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| What was going on
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| He no longer had friends
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| And the body on the bed didn't tell him anything
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| He cupped his horse's slender head in his hands
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| And he howled
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| What did I eat yesterday?
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| Hairs, medicines, poisons and so on…
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| He put his legs in his pants
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| He saw some money on the table
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| He took them plus a pack of cigarettes
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| And without looking at the girl
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| Which was really nice
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| The water flowed!
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| He was caught in a vise
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| On the steps of the house
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| Where it smelled
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| By seed and blood
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| And the oldest woman
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| It was a lot of floors
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| He was bored
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| Nedory wandered
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| And he was already out
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| It was raining outside
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| And Nedory had a beer
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| I don't think he was alive then
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| He just waited
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| He waited for her to stop
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| When Kilian Nedory stops
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| Kill him kill…
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| There was something of a killer about him
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| Probably the ice on the heart
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| The frost
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| Because dying and killers
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| They are alone in the world
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| And dogs, dusty stray dogs
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| Nedory's soul was being stripped
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| Tender and cruel
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| White and sexual
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| He had wrinkles on his forehead
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| How he crouched
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| And he grinned
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| Through the glass of the buffet
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| And more than one silverware
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| The nape of his neck was tense
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| In that Smíchov
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| Immersed up to my ears
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| His gums were bleeding
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| He tapped his foot nervously
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| Nasty guy behind the pipe
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| Ugly guy in front of the beeper
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| Nasty Kilian Nedory guy
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| Full of tenderness
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| Which got lost that night
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| A full scar full of girl fingers
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| Through Nedora catch her those greyhounds
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| Kill her dick there
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| When he grabs the altar
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| And roar as the people in the mountains roar
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| No people, you don't want people anymore
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| Not to mention in the buffet
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| An angel appeared on Knížeca, dude
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| Nedory has music in her head
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| That soul eater
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| Eat her Nedory
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| Take her
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| It's yours, didn't you know?
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| You have everything
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| But Nedory doesn't want anything anymore
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| He looks and on his forehead
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| A bead of sweat
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| In such a winter
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| When it is raining
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| What's going on Kilian?
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| I'd like to howl with you
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| But I know it's not possible
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| If you howl, I will too |
| Nedory drinks a lot of beer
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| The day rolls on like a leviathan
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| People, change in the buffet
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| People always change at the buffet
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| Change their faces
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| Only you are so white Nedora
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| He knew one thing
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| That he doesn't want to see anyone
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| It was too much
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| He always thought of solitude
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| But when she came he was scared of her
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| Normally he got the fuck out of her
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| But Nedory, don't take it tragically
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| It's still windy
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| Nedory stopped in front of that house
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| He sensed that he was in Smíchov
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| To the beat of your heart
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| He sensed that it was the end of the century
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| The end of the millennium
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| Human capture and murder
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| And the music
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| He felt as if he
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| Dark creatures that rule the heavens
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| They slowly but surely ossified
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| Life was a squeeze
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| And he couldn't think of anyone
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| So he lit a cigarette and set off
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| He felt sick
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| From sensible ex-friends
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| Which one beware
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| For everything
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| So that they don't like each other very much
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| And so they don't get burned
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| All burnt
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| And in love with each other
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| Old people
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| It didn't concern him anymore
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| He knew it was over
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| A gentle slide into hell
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| But he still stood on his candles in the face
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| And he smelled all the factories mines and criminals
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| On that crazy gray day
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| In Smíchov
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| He walked sort of thoughtlessly
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| He saw Elephant Foot Gypsy
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| Who screamed
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| The devil was under her skirt
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| It was soon enough for that
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| To make someone feel bad and Von know it
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| Na Knížecí's buffet appeared to him as a pissed-off woman
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| And Nedory suffered when he saw him
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| In Nedory, the Nedora monster howled
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| And the whole city
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| Nedory was born for this city
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| He was born from it
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| That was cruel - so normal
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| Nedory did not sigh
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| He was drooling
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| He felt a desire for statues
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| And raw sex
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| Damp and cold
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| Somewhere in the driveway
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| He suffered like an animal
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| And he had a beer
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| Have you ever heard this song?
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| Are they playing on the human heart?
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| The fool finished dancing
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| And the baby came…
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| He danced like a seagull
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| It came like death
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| You could already know that
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| Before you get lost
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| Hangman hangman
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| Nedory, you look like a swan's neck
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| Whiter flexible
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| With one foot in the blood of the heart of hell
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| Nedory drinks at the Na Knížecí buffet
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| Leather looks, oh how he looks
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| He barely says hello
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| His lips hurt
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| Kissed by fucking angels |