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Them Crooked Vultures - Elephants |
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Painted as monsters, |
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borracho, cansado. |
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Do you know what the people say? |
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Plucked from the garden |
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of wicked beliefs, |
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I offer a rose |
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and smile with harmless teeth. |
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Then slick back my hair, |
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You know the devil's in there? |
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Alone in the garden. |
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Like lumbering giants |
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in a shameful parade, |
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we came to ruin all and |
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make a rotten trade. |
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So roll over... |
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Scattered on the shore, |
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surely washed away. |
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Feeling somewhat deserving |
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of what will be someday. |
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No I can never stay melancholy, |
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I've the memory of your face. |
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No I can never stay melancholy for long... |
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until I move on. |
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We're unwanted strangers, |
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exploited and dangerous, |
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unable to hide or even dream of it. |
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Como estas? |
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parting the seas, |
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like lepers who stroll, |
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why you afraid sweety? |
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I slick back my hair, |
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you know the devil's in there? |
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So keep one eye open baby. |
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We're so easy to spot, |
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lepers riding atop. |
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Pachyderms full of germs, |
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elephants broken and screaming and... |
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Scattered on the shore |
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surely washed away. |
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Feeling somewhat deserving |
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of what will be someday. |
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No I can never stay melancholy, |
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I've the memory of your face. |
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All alone in the garden |
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of long lost hopeful plans. |
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No I can never stay anything..... |
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for long. |
