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Martin Tielli |
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All around... there's a beautiful smell, |
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And you can't smell nothing else. |
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It's the smell... of everything that we expel. |
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DO-DO-DO-DO-DO-DO. |
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In this town... there are cars and truck. |
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In this town are cars and trucks. |
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In this world... are streets and avenues... (cars, trucks, cars...) |
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... And all around |
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There is mmm and AAH. |
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All around there's MMM and AAH. |
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Then there's this forgotten little murmur |
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They call nothing much at all... |
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You're such a happening fish |
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Flopping on me; |
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Throughout all this time... |
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So complicated and unfree. |
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From a young boy... with a tail, |
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Into a fish with a b-book or two published. |
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I love you... because you don't know why. |
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You don't know why you feel resentful, |
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And you weep... |
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And sometimes you are cruel. |
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I love you... because you took a stand |
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For those of us who are the weaker, |
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'Cause we're not fakes. |
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We are wild and we are screwed. |
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You and I... might have a lot to learn; |
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But we're shot out of the earth and we tumble into holes. |
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In the interim we're spinning and we don't know how to fall. |
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All the idiots WHO'RE talking don't know anything at all... |