"Would you believe if I say it's allright
No, I don't think that is true
Singing and shouting, dancing alone
Everything is made to ourselves
So let the frames show today
The fun will begin
The lights are bright, foolish night
I wanna ride and give you the ring
Send us a postcard, say that you care
We need money, send us a bag
Don't stop under the trees
Apples, flowers, so please hurt my back
So you made us wet, made of water
Creatures of colletive madness
Oh, let me be a heart of dharma
Or made me something else
So we go round and round tonight
So we fall and fall on the ground
So we scar and tear with our knives
And pretend that's all right and round..."
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