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I use scotch tape and glue myself together
In a wild fight between anxious men
It's a no good situation when a man cries
For the day he's to rise don't exist
As I walk down the parlour of the mansion
I woke up at three 0' clock last night
In a dream I start thinking of expansion
In this life I elastic walk
So soon see the apples on the grey trees
It's a sign of the gods of mainstream
And all of you with us in this mansion
Will eat and die old of a stroke
It's a mighty nice surprise to find you here
As I'm plowing my plot of land
Is it you that I seem to remember
From the time when we both were young
After all the 01' wars and the graveyards
Is it now we're together again -
With a spoon I will conquer my bowl of soup
Like my heroes have done before me
So soon see the butterflies, they're magic
In a year they be fluttered by
In the second grade of dimension.
In a sky only butterflies know
So soon taste the grapes of the canyons
In the wine lies a holy home
Just waiting for the people to move in
Away from what they're running from
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