I know a young woman at the bottom of the bed
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Lenus two days for just under six months
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Stared at the walls and waded through the internet
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Fell into a strange sleep even though he was awake
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After recovering from psychosis, he ordered himself
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The world is open and you don't want to be in the dark
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Now you wash and get dressed and go to town
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Sensitized mind noticed the tones changed
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Thus we marched into arctic limbo
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And we bend our knees
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Spring is coming and soon the medicine will run out
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Ecstasy and trouble
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Divorce letters and angry birds
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The cloudy nights of the Nazi card house
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The sorrows of a people divided in the flow of time
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And generational experiences
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I know one guy who started to get scared
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Movement in the center in the afternoon
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When they are rattling on the corner of the street
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They were shouting whore and gay
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Thus we marched into arctic limbo
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And we bend our knees
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Spring is coming and soon the medicine will run out
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Ecstasy and trouble
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Divorce letters and angry birds
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The cloudy nights of the Nazi card house
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The sorrows of a people divided in the flow of time
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And generational experiences
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The drunk from Liekska wondered if he was from the country
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I put it in the pot over the weekend
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His joy spread through the media
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A socialized data prairie
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And two days later at the edge of the market
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A young woman stands without braces
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He sees a guy with a hooded head asking for fire
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The coverage is tired, but he still vibrates
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And exits…
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Thus we marched into arctic limbo
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And we bend our knees
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Spring is coming and soon the medicine will run out
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Ecstasy and trouble
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Divorce letters and angry birds
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The cloudy nights of the Nazi card house
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The sorrows of a people divided in the flow of time
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And generational experiences
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Thus we marched into arctic limbo
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Thus we marched into arctic limbo |