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A little spiky ball |
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The lost souls |
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Some fuckin' bloody junkies |
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And them greedy spirit |
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In this shitty city |
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Yes, we have eaten Satan's fruit |
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In the hollow hand of God |
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We search for a good place |
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Datura, datura dream |
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Datura |
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Now we are the village clown |
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But they can't imagine |
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That our mind covers this world |
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Like a ozone layer |
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A fuckin' mighty ozone, so filth |
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But they can't imagine that |
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Datura, who is this guy in white smock? |
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Datura, don't know if I dream or waking up |
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Datura, why they dress me with a straitjacket? |
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Datura, why da eat the Satan's fruit? |
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We have play in the evil's garden |
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We have seen the datura dream |
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And now we are immortal |
