Back in my own Bermuda shorts, like in a ghost prison
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I was specifically lost, but I always kept in mind
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That silence for an extrovert is like a painful death
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I got on the rails in a new way, so as not to completely rust
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I'm not ripe for Vipassana, and I didn't hang a Mike on a nail
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And while my natural detox pushes me
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Into the bastions between the worlds piercing through
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Famously rolls an armored train, famously lays a locomotive
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Straight kick and distortion buzz like a cockchafer
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And I'll lay out these lines from above, as if on shelves
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And I will break into a bad smile, like a crazy jester
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That with its hellish stand-up 'om catches up only horror,
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But I'm not worried, grief, joy - don't give a fuck, we dance, everything will pass
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And vibrations will tell you when we should go to waste
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So a supernova will tear us apart in this squat
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And the bird of happiness will sing a song with us
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(Let's!)
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Come on, come on
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Go Go go
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it, make it mess
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Go Go go
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (we're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (we're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (we're passing through here)
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Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it, make it mess
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And where the irony of fate would not take me
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To the doomed Loserville or to the mystical Ixtlan
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You can't run away from yourself, these verses are hard style
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About how important it is not to drink away the remnants of skill
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In the wild hunt for luck that hides behind the mountain
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And more and more often they say to me: "Be more positive, Sharon"
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At least positive in snow-white, damn it, at least roll a ball,
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But I will destroy this hypnotic pattern for myself
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After all, I am a romantic, and I will sing a song to the madness of the brave
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And let the plural be so utopian, let there be a tribute to him
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And the honest people will be stunned by the July that has come to life in their souls
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After all, the sea is knee-deep for those who are forever young, forever young
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As long as a romantic and a rebel live in a recalcitrant heart
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Our life is the quintessence - keep it blow
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I turn everything into waste, I will summarize this treatise with the phrase:
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"We're all passing through here, so we're all making a mess"
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Go Go go
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it, make it mess
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it, make it mess
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make a mess, we're passing through here (We're passing through here)
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Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it, make it mess |