Sometimes I want to go to the movies with you
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just you and me and bullshit on the canvas
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about a guy doing police work
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and has a last day to retire
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and you're pretty sure
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that he is looking forward to retiring
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when he has peace and will have to deal with nothing
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He will enjoy old age,
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go hiking on Říp and fishing,
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but those plans will fail.
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One young kitten on the day of his retirement
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after a collision with a knife, the gravedigger is left with a shovel.
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All the newspapers ask
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who caused it and every cop wants to get that bitch.
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The whole department is crazy,
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only the detective is sitting with a rod by the pond,
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bass of beers in front of you and no wonder
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that he doesn't want to get up and solve something,
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he prefers to return.
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And his colleagues according to the footprints on the girl's body
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they try to find the perpetrator and they persuade him,
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let them continue to defend the law with them and help them find the killer.
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But the bald gentleman will not be pleased with the answer,
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he is already retired
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does not want to clear water,
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rather, he goes on hikes and flea markets, and no one solves the murder.
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Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
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in the dark hall to eat popcorn
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and cola to drink and go on the screen to laugh contemptuously
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and say dude dude this is Hollywood,
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Dude Dude this is Hollywood,
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Dude Dude That could never happen in real life.
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I would also like to see a movie about an athlete,
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which is not very good at what he does
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but what does he know that if something is wanted,
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so the fuck is going on
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and so he trains and trains and trains and trains.
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He spares no energy, sacrifices everything for his purpose,
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he knows no rest
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he constantly lifts the barbell and trains and trains and it sucks.
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He will never get better, he will never succeed.
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The athlete is the detective's son
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and he looks at his son through his fingers all his life,
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do not smell his hobbies and shout to him,
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but it's not a bitch
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we what the audience knows
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that something from the past is forcing him to that cruelty,
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some nasty trauma
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what wakes him up at night,
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but in fact a golden heart beats in his chest.
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But that golden heart will never show
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and childhood trauma - his son doesn't know about him
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and they will not even know, and the relations between them will always be bad,
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the son will want to thank his father,
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he won't know what and he'll cry a lot of nights.
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And when my father dies of a malignant cyst,
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even then, the two will not find a way to each other.
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Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
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in the dark hall to eat popcorn
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and cola to drink and go on the screen to laugh contemptuously
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and say dude dude this is Hollywood,
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Dude Dude this is Hollywood,
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Dude Dude That could never happen in real life.
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The son is in love with the girl next to him,
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he only thinks of her
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it's just next door,
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his heart is pounding,
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she experiences torment because she only has eyes for the guy who fucks her.
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Plus, the problem is,
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that her boyfriend is an asshole,
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is movable and hollow and permanently cut,
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from morning to evening he bullies the girl
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and when he comes home he doesn't even take off his shoes.
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It just ruins her life,
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The smell is in her pussy and so tears come and the athlete is here for her.
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And he's worried enough,
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but his love will last,
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it is said that this will change and she will hold it.
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He believes that patience brings roses,
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so patient
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she carries roses and also laundry on the ground,
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when he can
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you could take her blue from the sky,
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it sucks.
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And when a girl pours out of grief and is annoyed with him,
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he is kind to her, like tolerance itself,
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even if it's annoying and drenched - for him it's a lady.
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He understands Master Yoda,
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he tells her he'll give up.
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She's nice to her, even though she has two per mille in her blood,
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but she still stays with her moron.
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Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
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eat popcorn and cola in a dark hall
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and the story on the screen laughing contemptuously
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and say dude dude this is Hollywood,
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Dude Dude this is Hollywood,
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Dude Dude That could never happen in real life.
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Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
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eat popcorn and cola in a dark hall
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and the story on the screen laughing contemptuously
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and say dude dude this is Hollywood,
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Dude Dude this is Hollywood,
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dude dude that could never happen in real life,
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Dude Dude That could never happen in real life. |