I was healthy yesterday. |
I was a riot yesterday
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Even a hundred doctors wouldn't find a flaw
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tore at the skins of a bull, crushed a bear into jelly
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And carried the fool into the clouds carousel
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Yesterday I was handsome like Bret Pete and Tom Cruise
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Only one appearance put on the back of jellyfish
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Went behind the flag and forgot about the burn
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Until the morning, a cheerful horn was filled
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And everything seemed to be yet to come
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delirious into the swamp, but load the gun
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Yes, wave at random into this gray slime
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So that flocks of birds break through the sky
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and in the morning the idols will surrender the cities
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Living water gushing into black holes
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And for thousands of miles illuminating the surroundings
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among the black birches your cross will shine
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Yesterday I was as talented as a cat on a chain
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Labels on fangs. |
All that I could fasten
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And blessed did not grieve on the sheet at random,
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And behind the mirror lived my uninvited guest
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And walking happy like Vanka the Fool
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Mistaking nettle bread for a fat big mac
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Under the accordion for three times amusing the people,
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And the little humpbacked horse was waiting for me at the gate
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And everything seemed to be yet to come
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On the swamp rave and load the gun
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Yes, wave at random into this gray slime
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To break into the sky through flocks of birds
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and in the morning the idols will surrender the cities
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Living water gushing into black holes
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And for thousands of miles illuminating the surroundings
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among the black birches your cross will shine
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I was like this yesterday, then into a binge, then into a slaughter
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I touched the stars with my hand over the milky river
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So why the hell do they prophesy peace for me
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If the bell rings still under the arc
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If the clouds are clear as before
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with a fresh rhyme, the line inflates the sides
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Under the sword of the executioner, the candle did not go out
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This destiny is not the limit, but the beginning of the beginning
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So there ahead I'll take a look
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I will load the gun with a new bullet again
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Yes, I will plant from the heart in the midst of a funeral
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Your cherished patron in this flock of crows
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And in the morning the idols will surrender the cities
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Living water gushing into black holes
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And for thousands of miles illuminating the surroundings
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Among the black birches my cross will shine |