I don't know your fuckin thoughts but i can imagine them
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If you want you can scream or you can go away
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Noone listen to you or searches for you because
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You are strange and now noone wait noone call
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You and like a lamb start to run entering in the headtide
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You can't swim with your hands or with your fuckin' legs
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And butt-pirates are on the alert and you must be
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Trained to recognize them bcause their brain is full of
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Shit but they always have the reason at their side
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As a puppy on the lead they scream you shut up!
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I want my space beetwen two rails
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You feel upset for my way of life Sooner or later i say
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Your fuckin' eyes glance in my direction your fuckin'
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Cold eyes unmoved indifferent eyes i'll come near you
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And i say you oh what a great man then i take my
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Friend and i'll point on your fuckin head then i No wait who are you now?
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Stop it i can't stop it You must wait i can't i can't
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I wanna fuck his fuckin eyes You wait maybe i listen i don't know
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