| Mister, can you change these things around me
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| Blind me like the summer sun
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| And help me with those things I choose
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| I bought them by mistake or chance
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| Mister, can you offer me
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| A plastic bag of love and madness
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| Cans of chaos and disorder
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| Sadness and some needful things
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| Mister, is this head of oak
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| Or you come from mynamoaka
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| From a barren double bed
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| Buy or rent this skin that changes
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| From those ages
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| You have turned them pages
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| Turned into dust
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| We turned into dust
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| Mister, you’re too thin, how can you live in Athens
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| Have you got a therapy? |
| I’m sorry, is my tooth inside you
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| How come your skin is so transparent
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| Has your parent been a vampire
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| Or just tired by these needful things you cannot change
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| Mister, have you ever fisted her
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| When she was up in the night sky
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| Fool and yellow, say hello and she will smile
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| Hey mister
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| Kiss my sister in her armpit
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| Lick her between the skin
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| Clean her current passion in
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| Hey mister, would you change your head for her and miss her
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| Lay her in the cans of love and mist her
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| Hey mister, would you change your head for her and miss her
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| Mister, can you move a bit above me
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| Love evolve, and solve me
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| Bleed and whisper in a room without a window, hey mister
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| Bleed and whisper in a room without a window, hey mister
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| Bleed and whisper in a room without a window, hey mister
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| Bleed and whisper
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| Bleed and whisper in a room without a window
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| Bleed and whisper
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| Bleed and whisper
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| Bleed and whisper
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| Bleed and whisper in a room without a window, hey mister |