| When you’re unexpectedly old you’ll fook for dark holes
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| then the time is right to scream into the light
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| But you’re so very young so play with your horse
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| Papa be nice to me and hold my hand
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| Lead me to the square
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| Frantically dancing and pulling my hair
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| Please tear down these walls
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| I can’t see nothing but I have faith
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| When they stepped on my body I cried for a long time
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| Just like your father, just like your son
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| It’s the riddle of the europeans and the evil breath of men
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| Carry me into the light, I’ll walk into the light
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| Lead me to the square
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| Frantically dancing and pulling my hair
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| Please tear down these walls
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| I can’t see nothing but I have faith
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| The marks on my body of extreme tenderness
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| Like your protestant work ethic of the generation excess
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| Let me live, give them bread
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| Give them bread
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| Give them bread
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| Lead me to the square
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| Frantically dancing and pulling my hair
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| Please tear down these walls
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| I can’t see nothing but i have faith
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| In the light and the dark
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| Dogs may bark
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| So piss at the sun
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| You son of a gun
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| Now scratch your itch
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| You stupid little bitch
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| Have you no shame
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| This is not a game
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| It’s not a game
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| it’s not a game
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| It’s not a game
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| It’s a song and legend |