If you want to know a little something
let me rise and sing and let your ears ring
I look into the sun as I sit on my bum
you better tie your shoe laces and run
a black shadow follows me
straight to the Baltic sea
a lonesome woman bleeds
when no man plants his seeds
I got the tongue cancer
and I soon will be with her
please taste my wine
so everything turns out fine
if you got a dream
its already been seen
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