Björk
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Deus does not exit.
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But if he does, he lives in the sky above me,
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In the fattest largest cloud up there.
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He's whiter than white and cleaner then clean.
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He wants to reach me.
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Deus does not exist.
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But if he does I always notice him.
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Getting ready in his airy room.
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He's picking his gloves so gently off.
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He wants to touch me.
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I'm walking humbly down a tiny street
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Pulling my collar it gets bigger, woooh
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Einar
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I once met him,
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It really surprised me,
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He put me in a bath tub,
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Made me squeeky clean,
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Really clean.
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Björk
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To create a universe
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You must taste
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The forbidden fruit.
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Einar
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He said hi. I said hi,
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I was still clean.
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Björk
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Deus does not exist,
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But if he does he'd want to get down from that cloud,
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First marzipan fingers then marble hands,
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More silent than silence and slower than slow,
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Diving towards me.
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My collar is huge room for two hands,
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They start at the chest and move slowly down.
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Einar
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I thought I had seen everything,
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He wasn't white and fluffy,
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He just had side burns,
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He just had side burns,
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And a quiff,
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He said hi.
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I said hi. I was still clean,
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I was squeeky clean.
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I was surprised.
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Just as you would be.
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Einar & Björk
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Deus, Deus, Deus, Deus
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Björk
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He does not exist
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( Repeat 'til the end )
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Deus
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Sugarcubes |