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Blyss

Robert's got a quick hand. He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan. He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid

Call it what you want Call it what you want I said just call it what you want Call it what you want Yeah, we're locked up in ideas We like to label everything

Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling Yet again I'm hustling, hustling, hustling But I can't seem to catch

I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How

Sometimes life it takes you by the hand. It puts you down before you know it It's gone and you're dead again. I've been in places and I won't pretend

Oli?? oli?? oli?? Oli?? oli?? oli?? Oli?? oli?? oli?? Oli?? oli?? oli?? (2x) Ey yo, Deutschland holt die Fahnen raus sie hi??ngen vom Balkon am Gartenhaus

Saw you walking down the street Flares n slippers on your feet You was knocke from head to toe are you smart. no no no Flares n slippers [x3] oi Flares

Why burn poor and lonely Under a bowl or under a lampshade Or on the shelf beside the bed Where at night you lay turning like a door on it's hinges First

the priest: - Everything's ready - Go and get me fresh meat - We're thirsty for sacred beverage - Hurry up! I can't wait anymore the assembly: - Here