There are ropes over the abyss
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which swings suspiciously.
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On the other hand, it's tempting
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and I don't want to go there alone.
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we try together
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we balance directly behind each other.
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Below us a child in a car,
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curiously looking at the miracle.
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Above him is a Stereoid,
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or Djooky's angel.
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It burns like a lantern
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and his arrows are sounds.
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A steroid
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Lou Reed knows the details
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and you know them too.
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There are ropes over the abyss
|
which swings suspiciously.
|
On the other hand, it's tempting
|
and I don't want to go there alone.
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we try together
|
we balance directly behind each other.
|
Below us a child in a car,
|
curiously looking at the miracle.
|
Above him is a Stereoid,
|
or Djooky's angel.
|
It burns like a lantern
|
and his arrows are sounds.
|
A steroid
|
Lou Reed knows the details
|
and you know them too.
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You must sleep now
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and the rear window of the car
|
is a strange cinema surreal
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and now you must sleep.
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The idea is a butterfly
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and the sweetheart is just around the corner.
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He will sing you lullabies
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and then you look in the fridge
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and there is Soňa Henie the figure skater,
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when he lies under me
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is a toy — a toy.
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The idea is a butterfly
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and the sweetheart is just around the corner.
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And it's snowing outside again.
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Our naked bodies lie on the sled. |
The situation is not desperate
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in every little sorrow she trod them,
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And it's snowing outside again.
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Our morning bodies lie on the sleigh.
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The situation is not desperate
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in every little sorrow there is
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there's a Stereoid in every little sadness
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or Djooky's angel.
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It burns like a lantern
|
and his arrows are sounds.
|
A steroid
|
Lou Reed knows the details
|
and you know them too.
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We are all alien.
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We are all alien.
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Good bye. |