| So hard when anger’s never felt so good
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| Beauty’s only all I want to see
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| The windows regardless open everything
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| Funny how we pass them everyday
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| You’re the lady with her calves all ripped up into seams
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| Your passing by is all I get to see
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| Lately I fear it’s been too much for me
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| Funny how I pass her everyday
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| It’s just when nothing ever changes
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| Drink the wine it rearranges
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| We’ll be lying soon
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| On Lusitana’s moon
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| We’ll be lying soon
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| So high when courting comes by in the room
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| Slavery only not too far away
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| You and yours are always trying for everything
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| Funny how I pass you everyday
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| It’s just when nothing ever changes
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| Drink the wine it rearranges
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| We’ll be lying soon
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| On Lusitana’s moon
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| I find that nothing ever changes
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| Just drink the wine to rearrange us
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| We’ll be crying soon
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| On Lusitana’s moon
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| So hard when anger’s never felt so good
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| And beauty’s only all I want to see
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| The sour Lusitana’s ruling everything
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| Her body always sadly wrappes away
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| It’s just that nothing ever changes
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| Drink the wine it rearranges
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| We’ll be lying soon
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| On Lusitana’s moon
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| I find that nothing ever changes
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| Just drink the wine to rearrange us
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| We’ll be crying soon
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| On Lusitana’s moon |