Then a sheer drop

Oblaka sněhu se snášejí na tvá bosá chodila

a později v noci tančíš, tančíš, tančíš

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Moucha vnímá plácačku zpomaleně /

Compared to human a fly can see the flapper in slow mo -- damn, never gonna get it

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Molluscs, a non marine ones! I mean,
what's the point?

she's right there's no logic to human behaviour & fears eat souls,

count on that

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It's said we spend like four or five years dreaming.

We shouldn't sleep that much anyway

we should dance, dance, dance

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It's the twenty first century and I can't get out.