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 |