I know if I look at your inside I'll find a little soul so I'm asking you why we're two in only one I know your eyes are true and deep I know my mother is the only one c'mon, the wall is up to you and so oleographic birds are trying to fly and go but their parents are watching a reality show 'small apemen still in a cornfield' c'mon, that wall is the highest I saw sweet drugs I drink in a dancefloor we are in a picture of Dalì, oh no! you're crying 'cause the surrealism had gone c'mon, I hope for a virtual sexy show but the truth is that we know to not know I dislike the colours of this absurd dream the fact is that I'm back 'n' I'm dead, too! action > reaction in the rain, men, like sad trees in autumn say 'that's a wet dream, don't confuse' and the apemen return to be my only muse I'm looking for you but all is black c'mon, escape, go and give up oleographic birds are tryin' to kill you and your parents just now wake up 'still life with small apemen' c'mon the surrealism had gone the surrealism had gone action > reaction

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